Now I try to sing so loud that you can hear.
My voice is too weak for you and soon it's gone.
The silence grows around me. and I feel peace.
I can hear the flowers growing. I see lost dreams

Happiness is hard to get and harder to keep
Go I merrily away. No I'm forced to
All flowering so quickly why all beautiful dies
young man in the grave already prepared

I know that peace is to me underground
then as the sun sinks into the storm
I want to go where the sun still shines
that it would be someone who warms
but they still laugh at me they laugh at me again...