I think, I dreamed of falling leaves,

Of wide forests and dark lakes,

Of sad words’ echo –

However, I could not understand their meaning.

I think, I dreamed of falling stars,

Of the weeping entreaty of pale eyes,

Of a smile’s echo –

However, I could not understand its meaning.

Like falling leaves, like falling stars,

So I saw myself eternally coming and going,

A dream’s immortal echo –

However, I could not understand its meaning. (Georg Trakl).