I want to die in that season of the year
when the air is tepid and the sky is serene
When the swallows are building their nests
when flowers are once again blooming

I want to die. I want to die.
I want to die when the sun is setting
when violets are sleeping in the meadow
Happily my soul would return to God
In Spring and at sunset

I want to die. I want to die.
Happily my soul would then return to God
in Spring and at sunset
but when strong winds
and storms are blowing
And when it’s getting very dark
When there are no more leaves on the trees
then I would be afraid to die