You, like everyone else, only shone the day., And she died insignificantly. Your grave is deep, Sleep and darkness. Your last end is near, You're a cold, pale corpse. Your tower, maiden, is low, Your moment is stingy. Is it good for you, girl, Is it deep underground? You were a flower, and a bird, My holiday! Life has forgotten hope, Everywhere the grove has blossomed. The silence in the meadows has come... sleep and darkness. Everything died down in a quiet house, Where the moon draws a pattern. You're in a cold, hard womb, You've been sleeping ever since. Is it good for you, girl, Is it deep underground? You were a flower, and a bird, My holiday! No longing, no angry resentment The dark vault will not hear. The secrets of the memorial service are hidden From the gate. Is it good for you, girl, Is it deep underground? You were a flower, and a bird, My holiday! Sleep and darkness.
