Book: In the quiet of the night. Lyrics

Everything old is forgotten and dries up,
Suffering like this happens to me.
The splendor of the past slipping away so quickly,
That's yesterday live it was a beauty.
Alt vertrocknet und vergessen
das gleiche wird mir Leid geschehen
so schnell vorbei die ganze Pracht
gestern noch war so wunderschön.

I feel, therefore,
Unfortunately, I exist.
Ich fühle, also bin ich leider.