O boundless, boundless evening. There erupt in flames
The stretched-out hills at the horizon,
Vivid as the colours of dreams' sunlit landscape.
O boundless evening, where the crops spray
The light of day back in a golden sheen.
High above the itsy bitsy swallows sing.
Their chase leads them twinkling over all the land,
Through the Rohr forest, and in brilliant inlets,
Where great masts stand. Yet in the ravines
Behind the hills, night is already nesting.