I dreamed of bright flowers
such as blossom in May;
I dreamed of green meadows,
and the merry calling of birds.

And when the cock crowed,
my eyes awoke;
it was cold and dark;
the ravens were croaking on the roof.

But there on the window panes
who had been painting the leaves?
You may well laugh at the dreamer
who saw flowers in the winter.

I dreamed of love for love,
of a fair maiden,
of embraces and Kisses,
of bliss and joy.

And when the cocks crowed
my heart awoke.
Now all alone I sit here,
and ponder my dream.

I shut my eyes again;
my heart still beats warmly.
When will you leaves grow green at the window?
When will I hold my darling in my arms?

From Schubert "Winterreise"