“I was walking home across the fields at night, coming from Donaustueble (bar). Fog was covering the fields like a veil, and the moon was hanging at the sky, above the trees in the background.
And the trees looked like ghosts in the mist.”
“When I was walking down the steep way and finally came to the village street, I was glad being among the living again.”
“Ibr d` Faldr be` n` e gloffa, hoim from Donauschtible bei Nachd. Dr Naeabl war ibr da Wiesa wia an Schleier, ond dr Mond isch am Hemml ghangad, henda ibr da Bemm. Ond d`Bemm hand ausgseah wia Goischdr em Naeabl.”
“Ond wo`n`e d`Schdoig nagloffa be ond wiedr uff d`Schdross komma be, be`n`e froh gsei, dass e wiedr onddr da Laebiga war.”