The woods are shedding their crimson robes
And frosty laces wrap the withered fields.
As if reluctantly the sun its round goes
And hides itself among surrounding hills.
You fire light my dark and lonely chamber
And you, oh wine, my dear friend of old
Pour in my breast the sparkling liquid amber
To rid my heart of emptiness and cold.
I'm so sad.There is no friend tonight
With whom a cup of wine I'd gladly share,
With whom I could forget my grief and care
And wish him many days of sweet delight.