On the clear lake The water is so beautiful I washed myself
On the top of an oak While drying under the sun A nighting-gale song
Sing nighting-gale, sing From your joyous heart a song My bitter heart cries
I've lost a dear friend Before the roses bloomed He left forever
I wish that the roses Still blossomed on their stems and I miss my friend
It's been a long time that I loved you And I'll never forget you