Sad spirit, once so ready for the fight Hope, who so often spurred you on your way Rides you no longer; have no shame, lie down Old horse, the stones have lamed your stumbling feet Let go, my heart, and sleep your brutish sleep Defeated weary mind, you old marauder Now neither love nor combat can arouse you Farewell, the trumpet's call, the sighing flute Old pleasures, tempt this brooding heart no longer The fragrance of the spring is gone forever Minute by minute, time engulfs my soul As snowdrifts swallow up a stiffening corpse I contemplate the round globe from above And seek no hut to shelter from it all Come, avalanche, take me with you when you fall Come, avalanche, take me with you when you fall ♪ Let go, my heart, and sleep your brutish sleep Sleep your brutish sleep