Elegia [English translation]

The days are moving away in pieces,

the years are moving away. too

but in my breast, there's still just

the most burning pain.

I'm looking far away over the meadows, into the dusk

and the grey wall of rain is making me cry.

Away the wild geese are leaving.

Again the stubble of the fields

and dim evenings creep

over quiet storehouses.

I'm looking far away over the meadows, into the dusk

and the grey wall of rain is making me cry.

Away the wild geese are leaving.

Again the stubble of the fields

and dim evenings creep

over quiet storehouses.