The red-colored leaves fall silently
on the drained forest floor

You can't see the moon
behind the gray curtain of clouds
hidden from you

Without asking, I follow
Lament of the dying willow
while the wind with her powerless
Zweig plays his games

The moon cannot be seen
but the sun warms the closed forest
with their glaring light
and gently stroking your white skin

My boots leave deep marks
and show you the way to me
Seeking the shelter of the dying willow
I'll sing you this song

I don't want you to see
what I feel right now
when your shadow gives me a pleasant coolness
and the wind blows away the lament of the willow

My song will also fall silent if you want it that way
because only you should hear it
even if you don't understand