The wind streaks the last green and the summer days have passed

Fog engulfs the forest, in odor andtwilight world descends

A last ray of the old bliss trickles over the valley

And scathes the darkened site, forest and heath shine

Like a spring days reflection glistens on the skin of winter

Why should this all fade away?

Wandering through a deep glen, where no

Rememberance of bright days is left

Leaves are melting the moisture of the air

Languishing for the last elixir of life

Soon only drought boughs will rise

To the welkin at dusk

To demand a ray of dying life

Shadows, who have been holding their protecting hands over this idyll

Grow pale in this embrace of final salvation

While this evening is dozing

I bestow my favour on the discord of this ambience

The autumnal wind endresses the universe in shroud and his moaning dies away in eternity

Coldness enthrones the warming fulfillment

Which spoiled me and draws the veil of oblivion over the scene

A last breath is being exhausted to bottomless abyss

And the land drowns down in everlasting dust