I will go into the firs,
then, when I last saw her
but the evening, throw a towel on country's
and forest edge on the paths behind,
and the forest emerges as dark and empty;
Oh woe is me woe,
and the birds sing no more
Without you I can not be
without you,
with you I'm alone,
without you,
without you count 'I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
not worth
On the grazing in the ditches,
it is now silent and live without,
and breathing falls me oh so hard
Oh woe is me woe,
and the birds sing no more
Without you I can not be
without you,
with you I'm alone,
without you,
without you count 'I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
not worth, without you
And breathe me is oh so hard
weh oh weh,
and the birds sing no more
Without you I can not be
without you,
with you I'm alone,
without you,
without you count 'I the hours,
without you,
with you the seconds stand,
not worth, without you
Without you!
without you!
without you!