Wrapped in morning's silence
 of December’s tree
 Lonesome am I as I hear the raven's cry
 Grieving art the mourning songs

 Above the forest reigns tranquility
 Just ice cold winds whisper to me
 As if a velvet robe would wrap my bleeding heart
 One gentle breeze of these winds and grief falls apart

 charm, like a dream,
 The franconian woods
 Enchant me, embrace me,
 Franconian woods

 Caught in infinity,
 In the vastness of countless trees
 Oh, what a purity,
 Lies in the sceneries

 Cursed for this winter hike
 I see the dawn, its fountain of light
 Morning glory – ethereal night