Der Traum vom Fliegen [English translation]

On a tree

in the park of a large city

hung among thousands of leaves a leaf.

The night wind sang in the trees

It rocked the leaf in dreams

of the beautiful world

If I could only once fly like the wind

with the clouds over me

I would give my life

if I could fly

if I could fly

Soon cam Autumn

it dressed the leaf in it's most beautiful clothes

but it complained to the clouds of it's suffering

I must stay and fade

Can I go with the swans

to where the summer never fades....

Then the autumn wind called "You shall fly, fly!"

And he ripped the leaf from the tree, let it go in the big city, let it fly, let it fly.

His luck was short

tired, the leaf sank down onto the road

his rained on, wet grave.

Now at the end of his life,

the little leaf cried in vain

to the house above him

If I could only fly in the wind once more

I would fly to my tree

and forget about the dream

of flying

of flying.