The happiest day

The happiest day that - and minutes dear,

which my heart still remembers,

lofty hope of pride and strength,

everything flew away.

Did I say: and strength? Yes! at least that's what I think;

wow! now all those are distant memories!

It seemed to be in the good old days -

let them pass, let them.

Hey, pride, what other force binds us?

Let other foreheads be suffocated from now on

under the poison you poured on me -

calm down, my soul!

The happiest day that - and minutes dear,

which I sense - and which I remember,

and the dearest look of pride and strength,

they passed, I feel.

But if only that hope of pride and strength

she returned with the pain of this soul

realize even then - I wouldn't have time dear

lived a dream!

Because on her lap it's getting darker all the time

while it was fluttering - it fell

let it be strong enough to kill

a soul that knows it well.