We are leaving in noiseless stream
For a place with much quietude, bliss.
Soon my time may arrive to leave,
Pack my things, hit the road in mist.

Lovely birch groves, so dear to heart!
You, the land! You, the sands of plains!
Face to face with these sad farewells
I can no longer hide my pain.

Oh I loved so much in land of living
All that clothed a soul in earthly flesh.
Peace to aspens with scattered branches,
Staring in wonderment at rosy bay.

Many things I have pondered in silence,
Many songs I have composed about me,
And on land that is so gloomy and sullen
I’m still happy that I breathed and lived.