Nothing Will Die – Caprice (rússia) – letras

When will the stream be aweary of flowingUnder my eye?When will the wind be aweary of blowingOver the sky?When will the clouds be aweary of fleeting?When will the heart be aweary of beating?And nature die?Never, O, never, nothing will die;The stream flows,The wind blows,The cloud fleets,The heart beats,Nothing will die.Nothing will die;All things will changeThro’ eternity.’Tis the world’s winter;Autumn and summerAre gone long ago;Earth is dry to the centre,But spring, a new comer,A spring rich and strange,Shall make the wind blowRound and round,Thro’ and thro’,Here and there,Till the airAnd the groundShall be fill’d with life anew.The world was never made;It will change, but it will not fade.So let the wind range;For even and mornEver will beThro’ eternity.Nothing was born;Nothing will die;All things will change.