TESTO DEL LIED

"Autumn"
di anonimo

Father, whither fly the swans?
Away, away!
With glittering wings, with outstretched necks singing they hasten away, away!
No one knows where to!

Father, whither sail the clouds?
Away, away!
Hunted by winds across the wide ocean shining the race away, away!
No one knows where to!

Father and we, say whither we go?
Away, away!
We close our eyes and bow our heads, sobbing plaintively: Away, away!
No one knows where to!