Translation:II. Three musicians

The evening declines – – before autumn creature Frightened leaflets with murmur pass away, From far away,  in the night, across oak forest, Three migratory musicians go ...

Home-bred musicians tread, tired with parade, And young violinist pain broken Because just died away with procession of bells The sweetheart's funeral, so beloved to him ...

From old oak of green oak forest Small wooden Jesus looks out, Kneeling the ringlets of fair head, young man Bows in prayer for the soul of the beloved ...

And in three together, sing sacred song And the violinist accompanies of the song, and echo, Carries pilgrimages singers, the song, by the forest, Disappearing among the forests ... silently ... silently ...