Bài số 05 V

V

Lean out of the window,
   Goldenhair,
I hear you singing
   A merry air.

My book was closed,
   I read no more,
Watching the fire dance
   On the floor.

I have left my book,
   I have left my room,
For I heard you singing
   Through the gloom.

Singing and singing
   A merry air,
Lean out of the window,
   Goldenhair.