MYANMAR, Burma , auf dem Inle-See, Inawkhone, Seidenweberei aus Lotosstängeln, alte Frau an altem Spinnrad , 21443
MYANMAR, Burma , auf dem Inle-See, Inawkhone, Seidenweberei aus gepressten Lotosstängeln. Die gepressten und gesplissten Lotosstängel werden zu dünnen Fäden verarbeitet und werden dann am Spinnrad weitergesponnen.
The spinning wheel song (free translate, sorry for the faults)
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool,
I love you better than gold and silver!
You give me everything, milk, butter and flour,
And the gay house, and the clothing.
I love you better than gold and silver,
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool!
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool,
You sing at dawn with the birds;
Summer and winter, hemp or fine wool,
By you, until the evening, charge the spindles
You sing at dawn with the birds,
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool.
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool,
You will spin me my narrow shroud,
When, close to dying and hunching over.
I will make my bed eternal and cold.
You will spin me my narrow shroud,
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool!
Charles-Marie LECONTE DE LISLE (1818 - 1894)
Thanks Alain.
MYANMAR, Burma , auf dem Inle-See, Inawkhone, Seidenweberei aus Lotosstängeln, alte Frau an altem Spinnrad , 21443
MYANMAR, Burma , auf dem Inle-See, Inawkhone, Seidenweberei aus gepressten Lotosstängeln. Die gepressten und gesplissten Lotosstängel werden zu dünnen Fäden verarbeitet und werden dann am Spinnrad weitergesponnen.
The spinning wheel song (free translate, sorry for the faults)
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool,
I love you better than gold and silver!
You give me everything, milk, butter and flour,
And the gay house, and the clothing.
I love you better than gold and silver,
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool!
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool,
You sing at dawn with the birds;
Summer and winter, hemp or fine wool,
By you, until the evening, charge the spindles
You sing at dawn with the birds,
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool.
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool,
You will spin me my narrow shroud,
When, close to dying and hunching over.
I will make my bed eternal and cold.
You will spin me my narrow shroud,
O my dear spinning wheel, my white spool!
Charles-Marie LECONTE DE LISLE (1818 - 1894)
Thanks Alain.