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