Текст песни Estampie - Owe war sint verswunden

Alas, we sped years, all burned to ashes!
Or my life I only dreamed of? Or indeed it was?
Or it seemed true to me what was going to bed?
So, so long I was asleep and did not know about that.
I was a stranger all that in a long sleep,
As his own hands, it was familiar to me.
The people, the country where I lived, where I grew untroubled,
Now other people's heart as alien to all that is false.
House on the site of arable lands and uprooted forest,
And with whom I played as a child, he is now old and ailing.
And just what the river more, as of old, flowing,
Perhaps reduces my sorrows account.
Now I do not nod, who was formerly a friend of mine.
Only hatred and anger dominate around.
And if I think about why they are gone,
As follows paddles on moisture, disappeared days
I sigh again, Alas! ..