The poplar trees have lost their autumn coats,
An unavoidable event - exactly that,
So stop the mourning, why should you be sad,
You better save your care and thoughts for me instead.
So let them trees stand naked as they are,
The howling winds are nothing to regret.
As winter always comes along with storms,
There is no blaming anyone for that.
This here village is still full of light,
Don't you dare to predict me more pain!
Winter skies are all gleaming with stars
That so gently adorn it again.
Solemnly shining, dreamily shining,
Meadow's soft murmur is heard...
Somehow my painful most memories
Starting to loosen their hold!
Odd village girl stands there smiling,
Me... I feel I'm drunk with wine!
All that was aching is dying down,
Skies up above are divine!
Someone keeps saying no voice survives,
Must one rejoice storm had won?
Who there is set on convincing me,
All I still hoped for is gone?
This here village is still full of light,
Don't you dare to predict me more pain!
Winter skies are all gleaming with stars
That so gently adorn it again.
Yes, I'll die! Will it matter?
I am ready to use my gun!
I will then only need a coffin,
With some luck a half decent one.
Does it really have to be decent?
Better make it snappy, be gone!
Any sign of me will be trampled
By the boots of some other bum.
I know nothing will change for the better,
As our universe could not care less
And the sun will keep shining brightly,
High above this world's filthy mess.
The star of fields, within the icy darkness
Is frozen staring, with its stare so deep,
The midnight comes, the clock has to declare it,
The time is late, my motherland must sleep.
The star of fields! Through all my many hardships,
I thought of you, the richness of your glow,
How it can range from being gold in autumn,
To being silver over winter's snow.
The star of fields, it keeps forever shining,
For all us people, each poor troubled soul,
Its friendly beams perpetually heating
All our big cities, standing proud and tall.
But of all places, in this icy darkness
This star shines fully, with a greater light,
And just for that I am forever grateful,
My fields gave birth to such divine a sight.