Sadness settles over the whole land When summer comes to an end And silent fog grips with a white hand He helps nature to turn it around.
But the sun still shines light With difficulty through thick haze And beam by beam breaks into beauty People gain favor.
Yet the mood of the people does not come to an end When nature disappears in the haze Because even some autumn wind blows The white clouds are gone and the way is found.
And sadness slowly settles down On the spirit and the human mind Until the warming sun rains in spring And then nature blooms again.
