| Song | Caucasian Tales |
| Artist | Darkwood |
| Album | Ins Dunkle Land |
| 作曲 : Darkwood | |
| 作词 : Darkwood | |
| Caucasian Tales | |
| The spring time brings a scent so sweet | |
| A scent of life in times of need | |
| The river flows and I will drown myself | |
| The river flows and I will drown | |
| From petals falling to the ground | |
| From petals falling to the ground | |
| The smoke rises, ash descends | |
| We stoke the fire with trembling hands | |
| The river flows and I will drown myself | |
| The river flows and I will drown | |
| In ashes falling to the ground | |
| In ashes falling to the ground | |
| And summer's passing | |
| And we're waiting | |
| Knowing death is drawing near | |
| And in our valley | |
| Of our torrent | |
| There is nothing left but fear | |
| And mist is rising from the field | |
| A hazy breath that cuts like steel | |
| The river flows and I will drown myself | |
| The river flows and I will drown | |
| In leafs and rain on stony ground | |
| ...and leafs are falling to the ground | |
| We wander through the break of dawn | |
| Remaining in silence despite all scorn | |
| The river flows and we will drown ourselves | |
| The river flows and we will drown | |
| In snow that's falling to the ground | |
| In snow that's falling to the ground | |
| ...and snow is falling to the ground | |
| Tossed and torn without a sound |
| zuò qǔ : Darkwood | |
| zuò cí : Darkwood | |
| Caucasian Tales | |
| The spring time brings a scent so sweet | |
| A scent of life in times of need | |
| The river flows and I will drown myself | |
| The river flows and I will drown | |
| From petals falling to the ground | |
| From petals falling to the ground | |
| The smoke rises, ash descends | |
| We stoke the fire with trembling hands | |
| The river flows and I will drown myself | |
| The river flows and I will drown | |
| In ashes falling to the ground | |
| In ashes falling to the ground | |
| And summer' s passing | |
| And we' re waiting | |
| Knowing death is drawing near | |
| And in our valley | |
| Of our torrent | |
| There is nothing left but fear | |
| And mist is rising from the field | |
| A hazy breath that cuts like steel | |
| The river flows and I will drown myself | |
| The river flows and I will drown | |
| In leafs and rain on stony ground | |
| ... and leafs are falling to the ground | |
| We wander through the break of dawn | |
| Remaining in silence despite all scorn | |
| The river flows and we will drown ourselves | |
| The river flows and we will drown | |
| In snow that' s falling to the ground | |
| In snow that' s falling to the ground | |
| ... and snow is falling to the ground | |
| Tossed and torn without a sound |