[verse 1] Since Sun has bowed his head To the drear and biting cold All the bird songs - they are dead; Philomela's pinions fold Gloom reigned afar and near Winter will soon be here To boast his dreadful power As all life forsakes the flower [Chorus] Und der Regen fällt... Und der Regen fällt... [verse 2] True joy might follow grief If my heart...Learn More