We now get a little
In the country where the peace and quiet.
Maybe I'm on the road
Mortal belongings to collect.
Cute birch thicket!
You, earth! And you, plains Sands!
Before this the outgoing host of
I cannot hide my anguish.
I too loved in this world
All that the soul creates the flesh.
World of asps, which, spreading branches,
Gazed at the pink water.
A lot of thoughts in the silence I thought,
Many songs himself resigned,
And on this sullen earth
Happy with what I breathed and lived.
Happy that I kissed women,
Crushed flowers were strewn on the grass,
And the animals as our little brothers,
Never hit on the head.
I know that there are not in bloom thicket,
Not ringing a Swan's neck rye.
Because before the outgoing host of
I always feel a shiver.
I know that the country will not be
These NIV, slotwise in the mist.
That's why people dear to me,
Live with me on earth.