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