The first burning candle   Like a newborn in a cradle   Forgotten at days   For autumnal landscapes      The slowly falling leaves   Like a man's heavy tear   Alone in the forest   Yearning for the sunset      The last growing flower   Like last september   In silence heard   Only one singing bird      The first cold wind blows   Like the rain in mist   Blows its tearful song   In the horizon      The first appearing star   Like a letter from afar   For the ones alone   With hearts of stone      The last autumn sight   Like a lonesome sigh   In the forest deep   Into wintry sleep