We are all Anons here.
Deep.
On the heath flowers a small Blümelein
and that means Erika.
Hot of a hundred thousand little bee-animals
is swarming Erika
because her heart is full of candy,
delicate fragrance escapes the flower dress.
On the heath flowers a small Blümelein
and that means Erika.
In the home lives a little Mägdelein
and that means Erika.
This girl is my faithful treasure
and my luck, Erika.
When the heather flowers red-purple,
I sing to you this song.
On the heath flowers a small Blümelein
and that means Erika.
A flower blooms in my little room
and that means Erika.
Already at dawn and dawn
Look at me, Erika.
And then it seems to me, as if it were talking loudly:
"Do you also think about your little bride?"
A maiden is crying around you at home
and that means Erika.
Wo wir hingehen, gehen wir alle.
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