There is one song in me
Who knows the taste of wandering knows her
I look for her in vain in the city
Every bird will hum it in the forest

It is as much strong as it is weak
All that is inside of me, beyond me
Nobody like this wind in the limbs
Many hearts, however, feel her

I see her when I close my eyes
I hear her when the silence continues
Because this is my music
The quieter the quieter, the nicer my sound is

It is not in poems, what on paper
Singing with spring for a hundred years
I look for her in leaves, because I believe in leaves
In autumn trees, full of colors

It is as much strong as it is weak
All that is inside of me, beyond me
Nobody like this wind in the limbs
Many hearts, however, feel her

I see her when I close my eyes
I hear her when the silence continues
Because this is my music
The quieter the quieter, the nicer my sound is

I see her when I close my eyes
I hear her when the silence continues
Because this is my music
The quieter the quieter, the nicer my sound is

I see her when I close my eyes
I hear her when the silence continues
Because this is my music
The quieter the quieter, the nicer my sound is