Текст песни Finjan - Harbstlid

Ze, s'iz harbst un vos gegrint fargelt, farvyanet,
Ze, s'iz harbst un vos geblit fargeyt
Un ikh, vos kh'hob gemeynt s'iz shtendik friling,
Un kh'halt in hant di gantse eybikeyt.

(Refrain)
Oho falndike bleter
Oho fliendike teg!
Oho vi vel ikh itster blondzhen,
Ven s'ligt gedikhter nepl af mayn veg.

Kraken faygl zogn troyerik: "Zay gezunt dir!"
Krekhtst in fentster un se klogt der vint:
"O, vi volt ikh itst avek fun danen
Tsun a breg vu nokh der friling grint . . ."

Flit der regn-a galop af vildn ferdl
Roymt mir ayn a sod: er hot mikh holt
"Tsu vos zhe darfstu vartn afn friling,
Az s'hot der osyen fule koyshns gold."

See, it's fall, and all that was green is yellow, withered.
See, it's fall and all that bloomed is gone.
And I, who thought spring would last forever, in my hand I hold eternity.

Chorus: Oh, falling leaves, flying days!
How will I wander now when thick fog settles on my way?

Sadly cawing birds say goodbye at the window.
The moaning, wailing wind complains:
'I wish I could get away from here to a shore where it's still green spring..."

The rain drives, gallops on a wild horse, whispers secret love in my ear:
"Why do you need to wait for springtime when autumn offers baskets full of gold?"