Wind & Geige [English translation]

Inside the hall, a violin sang,

it sang of love, so wild, so mild.

Outside, the wind sang through the twigs:

'What do you want, human being?'

Inside the hall, the violin sang:

'I want luck, I want luck!'

Outside, the wind sang through the twigs:

'It's the same old song.'

Inside the hall, the violin sang:

'And be it old, for me it's new.'

Outside, the wind sang through the twigs:

'Many a man has died of remorse.'

The last violin note has faded away,

the windows have become sallow and blind.

Yet, for a long time to come,

The wind would sing and sing in the dim woods.