In the stormy wind, in the morning mist
In the heat of fire, what brings peace
In the quiet rain, in the silence of the duff
Thousands of falling lives pelt

In the dying trees, in the passing summer
In the blinking cemetery candle flame
In the halo of the moon, in the cool night
In all dead leaf's vein, you are there

In the very first frost, in the scent of the duff
In the wrinkles lingering in the window
In the silenced sound, in the lonely words
In the mourning ashes, hiding you

In the coming winter, in the resumption
I would die at autumn again and again
In torturous oblivion, and in eternity
I would be raised on the third day

Autumn, now you have come again?
Now you have come again for me?
Fall now with the leaves
All my chained hopes!
Autumn, now take me from here!
Winds, let me fly away!
Too much burden for my sins
This cross carried on my back