Night song

Gone is the light day,

from far comes the bell's tolling;

Thus passes the time the whole night,

carrying so many along, without their knowing.

Where now is the colorful joy,

the friend's comfort and faithful bosom,

the dearest one's sweet glances?

Does no one want to be lively with me?

Begin again, dear nightingale,

you waterfall of bright sound!

To praise we will God united,

until the morning light appears.