The first burning candle Like a newborn in a cradle Forgotten at days For autumnal landscapes The slowly falling leaves Like a man's heavy tear Alone in the forest Yearning for the sunset The last growing flower Like last september In silence heard Only one singing bird The first cold wind blows Like the rain in mist Blows its tearful song In the horizon The first appearing star Like a letter from afar For the ones alone With hearts of stone The last autumn sight Like a lonesome sigh In the forest deep Into wintry sleep