I look at the wide plain of deeply green and silk-soft grass
I watch the swaying tree tops, slowly stretching to the sky
I feel the rising wind, with a fragrance of approaching autumn
And the golden leaves fall - as if they're tears of the forest

Soon the frost shall caress our home and soon the snow will be falling
And I hear the winds growing in strenght
soon wolves will be calling
And I go to sleep until spring returns.