How you dye the leaves gold
Of your pure air so clear and calm,
Once again I want to be happy.
I go along the forest, along the pond;
Life is silent, song is silent,
I restrain the step, I restrain the run
Memories look at me
I guess they did it in other ways too.
Only one thing is no longer keeping up with it.
A laughing future no longer works.
The past holds me under its spell
The past has done it to me;
I have a free view of autumn
The view of autumn.