Wild Geese [German translation]

Wild geese flying by;

Calling on the downwind as they go;

No answers they bring,

And springtime has too many miles to flow;

Lone black pines,

Hillsides all covered in snow,

Why does the wind

Say you ain't coming back any more?

Was there a time,

When my dreams were not always of you?

The days ain't so bad,

But each night takes so long passing through;

Down by the stream,

Fresh otter tracks in the snow;

Why does the wind

Say you ain't coming back any more?

I've got a mind,

Just to ramble this whole country 'round,

With the leaves turning green,

And the frost boiling out of the ground;

Drive through the miles,

A country I've never seen before;

Now that the wind

Says you ain't coming back any more.