Departed now, the winds which shook,
The seeds of harvest form.
A feast to keep us warm.
Often, have I pondered over you,
Together – we are past,
The rivers rage between a storm.
Your kisses, there – at last,
Who am I to love you?
Who am I to say?
Darling, see the winter clouds,
cast among the hay.
Take for us, the foxes!
The little ones – enjoy.
A summer wine of harvest falls,
Which they – for us destroy!
They cannot reach the grapevines,
They gnaw – beneath the roots,
And fell a vine, to suck below,
Do I not speak of truths?
Love – though lost in winter suns,
Revive in spring time – come!
Put your arms around me – Love,
My darling tender one!