When the day ends
When the day is gone and I shall sleep, Come to my grave, but do not weep.
Just come and stay, but don’t cry much.
The one who sleeps, he sleeps so well,
And holy is that silent night when day is gone. I loved you so, you know that well,
Oh, how you’ve eased the burden of my days, How many tears you’ve wiped from my eyes; Just come and tell me: “Now you sleep,
But once again you somewhere wait for me, Because you loved me, because you loved me so.”
Transactions of poems by an unknown Czech poet used by Novák, Czech composer.
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