Lyrics:
Trauriges Gestrüppe wuchert fort, Während frommer Sage Kraft verdorrt: Und im kleinen Kahne wird uns bang, Wellen drohn wie Zeiten Untergang."
Trauriges Gestrüppe wuchert fort Während frommer Sage kraft verdorrt Und im kleinen Kahne wird uns bang - Wellen droh'n, wie Zeiten untergang
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