The night floats down   Another day is gone Night floats down Nearer, by a day, to the rim When life will end. Another night has passed, Again a day arrives, Thus chase the two each other Already for many years.   Thus chase the two each other Never to return, I follow them with a sigh, Looking after them with tears. And they fly, just as if Neither one wants to be second Days and night arrive anew, Look, and continue flying   Thus fly, without a goal, The days, for many years. From their crazy, wild play I …