Übers Jahr [English translation]

Tracks in the snow lead past you.

Frost-clear winds in the moonlight,

endless hours full of glassy silence

keep waking you in the dead of night.

Then the silence breaks.

A sleepy, barren urge melts away.

Softly, the fog blows away,

the world finally full of light.

Deep green meadows, shadow-cooled forests

flourish in the grace of the flickering sunlight.

Ripening ears of wheat in swaying dance

whisper their melodies to the wind.

Then the silence descends

once again with misty puffs...

Softly, the fog rises.

At last, night comes into the world.

Again there are tracks

in the snow by the trees.

The moon stands alone

in the cold night.

It is a silence,

a very deep calm,

an almighty sleep.

Life fades away quietly,

waiting for the new day.