Medieval Prince Blanket

Walther von der Vogelweide (c. 1170 - c. 1230) Alas! Where have all the years gone? Did I dream my life, or is it real? What I always thought - was that something? Then I’ve slept and don’t know it… Now I’m awake, and I no longer know What used to be familiar as my own hands: People and places, where I was raised from childhood, They are strangers to me, as if it were all lies. Those who were my playmates are old and indolent. Meadows are farmed, forests are felled, If it were not for the water, which flows as ever before, ah, then I’d believe that my misfortune is truly great. Many no longer even greet me, who once knew me well. The world is full of ingratitude everywhere. When I think of the many glorious days, They disappear, like ripples in the water - Forever more - alas!