mersiowsky - 8-15-2015 at 10:10 AM
(From: Jensen, Naundorf and Burk)
Translated by Ed Bernthal
Two lovers went out,
Young, white and red and fine,
Went through the meadow
To a garden in the field.
What was in the garden in the field?
An apple tree so small.
What does this apple tree have?
Has apples so small.
What kind of apples are they,
These small apples?
They were green on the one side,
And red on the other.
They sat there looking around,
Till they went to sleep.
‘But who is going to call us,
When the day is breaking.’
“The nightingale sits above us
The little nightingale.
The nightingale will call us,
When the day is breaking.”
The nightingale started happily
To sing in the green meadow.
As the grass was lying down,
The whole meadow was listening.
Look, the day is dawning,
You can see the colors of the sunrise:
The one who was with his loved one
Still had time to get home.
The lover hurried to get home,
The loved one sighed heavily.
‘Sighing or not sighing,
You are mine no more.’
“Might I be or not be,
I don’t worry about that,
You can look for others,
And I will look for another.”
The girl had another one for a long time,
This one liked her.
The girl led him to get married,
The other youth was led to plow the field.
The wedding bells were ringing for her,
The oxen were bawling at him,
The musicians were playing for her,
The wheels were squeaking for him.
‘Oh, but what have I done,
That I left my loved one?
Even though I have another one
She is surely unfaithful to me.’
“What was told us then,
Was all meant sincerely,
What we now tell ourselves – no,
That is not meant sincerely.
No known music.