Maxioms by Heinrich Heine
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.
In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my read more
In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my own sweet love,
Into my little room above.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
Like a wedding-song all-melting
Sings the nightingale, the dear one.
