The winds are sweeping

The winds are sweeping,

so autumnal and cold;

empty are the fields,

leafless the woodland.

You flowery meadows!

You sunny green space!

So do the blossoms

of life fade away.

The clouds are drifting,

So gloomy and grey;

Vanished are the stars

From the ethereal blue!

Ah, as the stars

Escape from the sky,

So does the hope

of life recede away.

You days of springtime,

decked with roses,

during which I pressed my beloved

to my heart!

Coldly over the hill,

oh winds, rush in!

So do the roses

of love die away.