作曲 : Bronte, Groth, Popp ... I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light. The world was made of nothing then
Mighty Nothing! unto thee, Nothing we owe all things that be. When I am not and none beside - Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity. The world was made of nothing then
Mighty Nothing! unto thee, Nothing we owe all things that be.
作曲 : Bronte, Groth, Popp ... I'm happiest when most away I can bear my soul from its home of clay On a windy night when the moon is bright And the eye can wander through worlds of light. The world was made of nothing then
Mighty Nothing! unto thee, Nothing we owe all things that be. When I am not and none beside - Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky But only spirit wandering wide Through infinite immensity. The world was made of nothing then
Mighty Nothing! unto thee, Nothing we owe all things that be.
