Текст песни I Lost My Hope (Part II)

Tis not a lore of bale nor loathe; Harmony and aesthesia are its blisses; Ne'er ere hath it exist'd so sonorously - Jostl'd away the pale drape That us had been o'erhung - Tempt'd thy shutters to open And thus quench'd the hearth; Thou giv'st to misery all thou hast: the cold - With weal embrac'd the sprounting landscape Like a star of heaven in the broad daylight - This joy subdueth until it again waneth, Save the drooping winter of stalwart. Lost... Lost...