The tone leads to the fields, to the memories
So are the joyful times brought back to mind
Again, I remember the stream and the sunshine
Again, the greenest field comes to my mind
Such a carefree way leads to you
Gone is the greenness of the field, I guess
The stream isn't flowing in my daylight
I guess I'll never find her again
Her, who once brought such joy to me
The night painted the greenest fields black
There are rainclouds above the fields
I guess I won't find my friend anywhere
Everything disappears into the mist of the night
The winter congeals the warmth of my heart
If you still have a warm heart in your chest
Maybe it tells you about my wishes
If you still can remember the late field
Then you'll return like a sweet dream
Again, I'll get to love you
Love you
Love you
Love you
Such a carefree way leads to you