His son’s sad destiny.
V.
In poverty and loneliness,
Tell him, my days are passed:
My life is only half a life.
My tears are falling fast.
VI.
To me, amid bright daylight,
The sun is dark at noon;
To my wet eyes at midnight
His son’s sad destiny.
In poverty and loneliness,
Tell him, my days are passed:
My life is only half a life.
My tears are falling fast.
To me, amid bright daylight,
The sun is dark at noon;
To my wet eyes at midnight