Sie singt für die, die sie nicht hören [English translation]

By a fire deep in a forest even darker in the rain

sits the ever-grey old one, feeling cold.

Here she always sits for years, night after night

As once she was taught by the gods.

She sings for those who don't hear her

She dances for those who don't see her

sheres confidence with those

who are without any hope

Nobody knows about her tears when she sings.

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la,

tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la,

tra-la-la-la-la-la-la.

As every night at the same hour

when she thinks the moment to have come

her ever-old wrinkled mouth spreads word

and shakes her head as from another world

She sings for those who don't hear her

She dances for those who don't see her

shares confidence with those

who are without any hope

Nobody knows about her tears when she sings.

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la

She sings for those who don't hear her

She dances for those who don't see her

sheres confidence with those

who are without any hope

Nobody knows about her tears when she sings.

Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la

tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la, tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

tra-la-la-la-la-la-la