When I look back hen
In those years which have passed
Sometimes I wonder what I lost
And what shot to hell

What I lost on their own
How much against each other
What to count the count the
But whenever I say
I regret the most:

Colorful markets,
Metal watches
Feathered cockerels,
Balloons with wire
Wooden butterflies,
Rocking horses
Cotton candy
And the gingerbread cottages

I already have so many things for themselves,
Getting closer to autumn deer,
Already passed by so many,
Already is, sorry.

Little things we are,
In remembering the faithful.
I wear a heart unless
Pilgrimage gingerbread,
For me the most grief:

Colorful markets,
Metal watches
Feathered cockerels,
Balloons with wire
Wooden butterflies,
Rocking horses
Cotton candy
And the gingerbread cottages

Colorful markets,
Metal watches
Feathered cockerels,
Balloons with wire
Wooden butterflies,
Rocking horses
Cotton candy
And the gingerbread cottages