Der stürmische Morgen
Stormy Morning

Winterreise A Journey into Winter


See how the storm has torn
The sky’s grey coat to shreds.
Scraps of cloud flutter
In weary conflict overhead.

And glowing tongues of fire
Spurt out in between –
That’s my idea of morning,
That’s exactly what I mean;

There, painted on the sky,
My heart finds its own image:
Winter in its essence,
Winter cold and savage.