Schilf English translation
von Juliane Werding

Reed bleaches the gray, wilting hair
Like strands under the gray rain wind
Reed plunges the long, glorious summer days
Wildly into the lake, the seagull cries harshly

Pines in the wind, the cliffs are awake
Suddenly the lake sprays onto the reed hut roof
Ash is on the ancient stones
Blown like white dust


Fire has died out in the twilight hours,
It will soon be day.
Grey geese came in the morning,
Red poppies blow across the threshold.

Pines in the wind, the cliffs are awake
Suddenly the lake sprays onto the reed hut roof
Ash is on the ancient stones
Blown like white dust

Oh, these last days and hours
Tomorrow this journey will already be over
Suddenly our door has sprung open
The autumn gull's cry resounds far and wide on the beach


Pines in the wind, the cliffs are awake
Suddenly the lake sprays onto the reed hut roof
Ash is on the ancient stones
Blown like white dust