Treasure Island

Bertolt Brecht

(10 February 1898 – 14 August 1956 / Augsburg)

To Be Read in the Morning and at Night


[Original]

Morgens und abends zu lesen
Der, den ich liebe
Hat mir gesagt
Daß er mich braucht.

Darum
Gebe ich auf mich acht
Sehe auf meinen Weg und
Fürchte von jedem Regentropfen
Daß er mich erschlagen könnte.

[Translation]

To read in the morning and at night
My love
Has told me
That he needs me.

That's why
I take good care of myself
Watch out where I'm going and
Fear that any drop of rain
Might kill me.

Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003
Edited: Tuesday, January 10, 2012

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