The state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocksThe state of the soul is like a lonely tree in a storm among the rocks
Spring is coming on a lake surrounded by mountainsSpring is coming on a lake surrounded by mountains
When the little mermaid has already come up with something thereWhen the little mermaid has already come up with something there
A terribly beautiful storm in the golden rays of the sunA terribly beautiful storm in the golden rays of the sun