Is So Much Coolness Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

and I want at winter of more sun
and to only so green was like
with the spring with the summer and the autumn.
and if only the rain fell down for me.

In the dew on morning to chill the body
on moss to put one`s the head.
Or to cuddle up to birch,
and only read, what the bard is writing.

and I want at winter of more warmth
because more of cold is every day,
it will be enough for me,
as with the second helping

then again I will plunge the face
in the sunflower,
I will play just for once with the grasshopper
in green I playing, I will reach - for 'a white (?) '