I hear crickets whisper, softly I hear the reed that sings. I hear rustling wings in the sky far out there, deep in the wind. I hear their souds carried
tears fell deep in ravines I dug myself. Then ran also when I slept, he who followed me there - the black spectre It could be that I was last ast the
and with the wise Crane sung the dead, which once go with him. So I fly with him away, but one can hear me scream at night. I close my wings, see me
mehr erschaudern lasst, da meine Seel' nie mehr erwacht. [English translation:] [And I Never Saw The Sun Rise] At stony remnants of old ruins I gently