Die Thräne [English translation]

The bird's singing falls silent in the bosk

And barren lies the mountain and the valley

And now upon my dreary existence

Falls the last sunbeam,

The last sunbeam, the sunbeam

However, even if every trace of the happiness

I dreamt about is scattered

I still keep the thear,

That you cried for me.

I still keep the thear,

That you cried for me.