Lyrics of Wenn die Morgensonn - Waldgeflüster

Wenn die Morgensonn (original)

Blutrote Himmel erwachen über einer toten Welt
Ihr Schein taucht die Wälder in Leben — Scheinleben
Der Glanz des Taus spiegelt das Morgengraun
Und Nebelschwaden zerfetzen das Land
Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt,
Wenn das Land im blutgen Schein versinkt
Wenn der Nebel ihre Strahlen verklärt
Wenn sie am Morgengraun zerbricht
Wenn ihr Licht nur noch Verzweiflung bringt
Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt
Ich starb bevor ich wirklich zu Leben erwacht
Das Ende ergriff meine Seele im Morgengraun
Zarte Sprossen von der Zeit zertrampelt
Warum ward ich niemals jung?
Grau in Grau, alles ist grau
Kein Licht vermag mehr zu wärmen
Eine kalte, tote Morgensonne
Klammert sich mit eisig Strahlen an das Leben
Wo früher in jedem Blatt das Leben schrie
Wo Gewässer noch in Hoffnung funkelte
Scheint jetzt alles nur noch tot und leer
Und Nacht fällt bevor der neue Tag beginnt
Ich wünschte ich könnte teilhaben an dem was ihr Leben nennt,
einmal nicht nur funktionieren
Wo sind sie denn, eure ewigen Momente, eure großen Gefühle?
Einmal nur aus tiefster Seele, voll Inbrunst lachen,
oder zumindest weinen auf dass das Herz zerbricht
Was wenn nur noch Verzweiflung und Gleichgültigkeit das Innerste erfüllen
Was wenn ich an der Gewissheit zu leben zerbreche, am Leben erkranke
Ich betrat schon alt die Welt, starb schon vor meiner Zeit
Bin nur eine seelenlose Totgeburt
'Grått på grått, alt re grått Intet lys, kan varme meg En kald og død,
morgensol Griper om seg med frosne stråler'
Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt,
Wenn das Land im blutgen Schein versinkt
Wenn der Nebel ihre Strahlen verklärt
Wenn sie am Morgengraun zerbricht
Wenn ihr Licht nur noch Verzweiflung bringt
Wenn die Morgensonn im Abendrot ertrinkt
English translation by Chaedrist:
Sanguine skies awake above a dead world.
Their gleam suffuses the woods with life — feigned life.
The sheen of dew reflects the dawn
and wafts of mist cleave the countryside.
When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,
when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,
when the mist hazes its rays,
when it bursts from dawn,
when its light only brings despair,
when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.
I died before I truly awakened to life.
The end grasped my soul at dawn,
tenuous sprouts trampled by time.
Why was I never young?
Gray in gray, everything is gray.
No light is able to warm anymore.
A cold dead morning sun
clings to life with gelid rays.
As life once screamed in every leaf,
as waters glistened yet full of hope
now everything merely appears to be dead and empty
and night falls before a new day begins.
When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,
when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,
when the mist hazes its rays,
when it bursts from dawn,
when its light only brings despair,
when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.
I wish I could participate in that what you call life.
For once not only functioning
Where are they then, your everlasting moments, your grand emotions?
Only laughing once from the depths of the soul, full of fervency,
or at least crying so that the heart breaks!
What if the innermost is only drenched with despair and indifference,
what if I founder on the certainty of living, fall sick with life?
I came into the world when I was old already, died before my time,
am only a soulless stillborn one.
Grått på grått, alt re grått Intet lys, kan varme meg En kald og død, morgensol
Griper om seg med frosne stråler
When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,
when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,
when the mist hazes its rays,
when it bursts from dawn,
when its light only brings despair,
when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.

(translation)

Crimson skies awaken over a dead world
Their appearance immerses the forests in life — apparent life
The shine of the dew reflects the dawn
And wafts of mist shred the land
When the morning sun drowns in the sunset,
When the country sinks into bloody glow
When the fog transfigures their rays
When it breaks at dawn
When her light brings only despair
When the morning sun drowns in the sunset
I died before I really came to life
The end gripped my soul at dawn
Tender sprouts trampled by time
Why was I never young?
Gray in grey, everything is grey
No light can warm anymore
A cold, dead morning sun
Clings to life with icy radiance
Where life used to scream in every leaf
Where waters still sparkled in hope
Everything just seems dead and empty now
And night falls before the new day begins
I wish I could be a part of what you call life
once not only work
Where are they then, your eternal moments, your great feelings?
Just once from the bottom of my heart, laugh fervently,
Or at least cry until your heart breaks
What if only desperation and indifference fill the innermost
What if I shatter the certainty of living, become ill while living
I entered the world at an old age, died before my time
I'm just a soulless stillborn
'Grått på grått, altre grått Intet lys, kan varme meg Enkald og død,
Morgensol Griper om seg med frosne stråler'
When the morning sun drowns in the sunset,
When the country sinks into bloody glow
When the fog transfigures their rays
When it breaks at dawn
When her light brings only despair
When the morning sun drowns in the sunset
German translation by Chaedrist:
Sanguine skies awake above a dead world.
Their gleam suffuses the woods with life — feigned life.
The sheen of dew reflects the dawn
and wafts of mist cleave the countryside.
When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,
when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,
when the mist hazes its rays,
when it bursts from dawn,
when its light only brings despair,
when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.
I died before I truly awakened to life.
The end grasped my soul at dawn,
tenuous sprouts trampled by time.
Why was I never young?
Gray in gray, everything is gray.
No light is able to warm anymore.
A cold dead morning sun
clings to life with gelid rays.
As life once screamed in every leaf,
as waters glistened yet full of hope
now everything merely appears to be dead and empty
and night falls before a new day begins.
When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,
when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,
when the mist hazes its rays,
when it bursts from dawn,
when its light only brings despair,
when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.
I wish I could participate in that what you call life.
For once not only functioning
Where are they then, your everlasting moments, your grand emotions?
Only laughing once from the depths of the soul, full of fervency,
or at least crying so that the heart breaks!
What if the innermost is only drenched with despair and indifference,
what if I founder on the certainty of living, fall sick with life?
I came into the world when I was old already, died before my time,
am only a soulless stillborn one.
Grått på grått, alt regrått Intet lys, kan varme meg Enkald og død, morgensol
Griper om se med frosne stråler
When the morning sun drowns in sunset glow,
when the countryside descends into sanguineous light,
when the mist hazes its rays,
when it bursts from dawn,
when its light only brings despair,
when the morning sun drowns in sunset glow.