My heart is [bad word] 
Itґs lying there and growing cold
Summerґs sunset falls
Sunlight flees away
and dews of night arise

Rainy autumn moves my heart
Flowers welking welk my joy

 [bad word] rolling over
they depress me, [bad word] me
They overshadow my heart
 [bad word] apace,
a last warm glance sighing to me
Now grey vails between the earth and sea

Birdless branches in the wind
Leaves they found their death in coldness
Naked trees in the frost of night
yearning for the sun again and again

Waters laying still in transparent fog
Lakes of blue covered with ice
to sleep their winter-sleep