The soul is blows like the wind of that over the meadows
It is drips like cable of that on the grasses.
How the sun lets that of all brightly erstrahlen
It is imperviously causes like the fog of that.
How the snow of that of all lets so peacefully seem
it is illuminates like a flower that in its prettiest colors
For all persons carry the longing in itself!
I love the wind and the cables.
The sun and the fog love I.
I love the snow and the flowers.
I have longing after you
Because I you my son love!
In deep love your mama!