Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trauerweide Teil II, artist - Waldgeflüster. Album song Meine Fesseln, in the genre
Date of issue: 09.01.2014
Record label: Nordvis
Song language: Deutsch
Trauerweide Teil II(original) |
Rotes Gold ergießt sich auf karges Land |
Gealterte Wurzeln, verrottetes Laub |
Aus der Ferne rief ein Wandrer |
Suchte vergebens nach einem schicksalsarmen Weg |
Eine Trauerweide stand einsam |
Als eine kalte Sonne sich in den schwülen Morgen krallte |
Und als der Sommer kalten Nächten weichen musste |
Und der Wandrer noch immer vergebens suchte |
Legte er sich zu ihren blanken Wurzeln |
Während ein grauer Himmel warme Tränen |
Über all die Jahre weinte |
Eine Trauerweide stand einsam |
In den Abendstunden als der Herbstregen kam |
English translation by Chaedrist: |
Crimson gold pours on barren land |
Aged roots, rotten leaves |
A wayfarer called from afar |
Searched in vain for a path with less fate |
A weeping willow stood alone |
As a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning |
And as summer had to yield to cold nights |
And the wayfarer still searched in vain |
He lay down to its bare roots |
While a gray sky shed warm tears |
Over all these years |
A weeping willow stood alone |
In the evening hours as the autumn rain came |
(translation) |
Red gold pours out on barren land |
Aged roots, rotted foliage |
A wanderer called from afar |
Searched in vain for a destiny-poor path |
A weeping willow stood lonely |
As a cold sun clawed at the muggy morning |
And when summer gave way to cold nights |
And the wanderer still searched in vain |
He lay down to her bare roots |
While a gray sky warm tears |
Cried over the years |
A weeping willow stood lonely |
In the evening hours when the autumn rain came |
German translation by Chaedrist: |
Crimson gold pours on ingot land |
Aged roots, rotten leaves |
A wayfarer called from afar |
Searched in vain for a path with less fate |
A weeping willow stood alone |
As a cold sun gripped its claws into the sweltry morning |
And as summer had to yield to cold nights |
And the wayfarer still searched in vain |
He lay down to its bare roots |
While a gray sky shed warm tears |
Over all these years |
A weeping willow stood alone |
In the evening hours as the autumn rain came |