The Franconian Woods in Winter's Silence

Wrapped in morning silence of these emerald streams

lonesome voice I hear the ravens cry

grieving art the morning songs

The love of the forests' tranquility

just ice cold winds whisper to me

as if a wild rose were trapped

my bleeding heart

a gentle breeze opens wings and grief falls apart

Enchant

like a dream

the Franconian woods

Enchant me

embrace me

Franconian woods

Autumn infinity

in the vastness of countless trees

I walk through purity

lies in the sceneries

Cast for this winter hike

I see the north and its fountain of light

morning from ice

The scenery of the night