Silent walkKarl WeiglThe evening grows gray, autumn fires burn.Over the stubble, smoke floats in two columns.My path is hardly recognizable.Soon night will come; I must leave.A beetle flits murmuring past my ear.Past.
← LibraryKarl Weigl · songSilent walkSilent walk by Karl Weigl with libretto, IPA, translation, and study tools.Audio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongSilent walkKarl WeiglTheðəeveningˈiːvnɪŋgrowsɡɹˈəʊzgrayɡɹˈeɪ,autumnˈɔːtʌmfiresfˈaɪəzburnbˈɜːn.Overˈəʊvɐtheðəstubblestˈʌbəl,smokesmˈəʊkfloatsflˈəʊtsinˈɪntwotˈuːcolumnskˈɒlʌmz.Mymˈaɪpathpɑːθisˈɪzhardlyhˈɑːdlirecognizableˈɹɛkə(ɡ)naɪzəbəl.Soonsˈuːnnightnˈaɪtwillwˈɪlcomekˈʌm;Iˈaɪmustmˈʌstleavelˈiːv.Aeɪ̯beetlebˈiːtəlflitsflˈɪtsmurmuringmˈɜːməɹɪŋpastpˈɑːstmymˈaɪearˈiə.Pastpˈɑːst.