Can't you hear the forest rustle

Can't you hear the forest rustle

outside through the quiet round?

Aren't you tempted to listen

down from the balcony to the ground

where the many brooks flow

wondrously in moonlight -

and the silent castles look

into the river from the high rock?

Do you remember the mad songs

from former, beautiful times?

They all awake again at night,

in the loneliness of the forest,

when the dreaming trees are listening

and the lilac has a sultry scent

and in the river the mermaids murmur:

come down, here it is so cool.