17. In the Village

The dogs are barking, the chains are rattling;
The people are sleeping in their beds,
Dreaming of things they don?t have,
Refreshing themselves in good and bad.
And in the morning all will have vanished.
Oh well, they had their share of pleasure
And hope that what they missed
Can be found again on their pillows.
Drive me out with your barking, you vigilant dogs,
Don?t let me rest when it?s time for slumber.
I am finished with all my dreams.
Why should I linger among the sleepers?

Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller
music by Franz Schubert Op. 89