Since Sun has bowed his head To the drear and biting cold All the birds' songs: They are dead Philomela's pinions fold Gloom reigned afar and near Winter will soon be here To show his dreadful power As all life forsakes the flower
...und der Regen fällt
True joy might follow grief If my heart felt less despair And with laughter, glee, relief Flowers blossomed everywhere Who is able shall rejoice But ever silent is my voice Even if tomorrow'll show Clover green where now there's snow