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 Thats make me glad. I’m already old Which makes me glad. My heart Pourquoi es-tu donc encore tellement bouleversée ? My beloved