Linnunrata [English translation]

Every spring it feels like the years are growing darker

The leaves in the trees are always gleaming in slightly dimmer colors

Every day ends a little earlier than the day before did

The faces of the loved ones are little paler than they are in the memories.

Soon, tell me soon, that there's still time left.

Soon, tell me, that the story is only beginning.

Into the sky, behind the moon, past the Milky Ways

into the heights, into wonders, like a longing of the people

flies over the sky, wonderful dark bird

to freedom

Someone bribes his destiny with an earthly gold

Someone piles up a mountain of virtue, which can be seen to the heaven

Someone takes his steps with great care

someone wastes his love by falling in love, and always

Soon, tell me soon, that there's still time left.

Soon, tell me, that the story is only beginning.

Into the sky, behind the moon, past the Milky Ways

into the heights, into wonders, like a longing of the people

flies over the sky, wonderful dark bird

to freedom

It's winter, and a night like in the songs:

lovers are lying in the snow,

imagining that they see angels in the coldness,

stare into the luminous veil of the vault of the sky

hand in hand, side by side.

Into the sky, behind the moon, past the Milky Ways

into the heights, into wonders, like a longing of the people

flies over the sky, wonderful dark bird

to freedom