Mournful

How far still to my funerals
Pity the air is so calm
Lonely and ungreeted
When the storms still howled
I was not so miserable

Like a mournful cloud
Passing through clear sky
When through the fir tops
A gentle breeze blows

So I wend my way
Onward with halting step
Through bright, happy life

Through bright, happy life
Through bright, happy life

Lonely and Ungreeted

How far still to my funerals
To my funerals

I'm already old
That makes me glad
I'm already old
Which makes me glad

My heart
Pourquoi es-tu donc encore tellement bouleversée
My beloved