In A Glade

In the forest near the danube river,

There is a nightingale singing,

He sings to gather everyone from his family

In the forest near the danube river,

There is a bass vibrating and a fiddle crying,

I think of a place where my lovely one is strolling now

In the forest near the danube river,

I am sick with my loneliness,

Crying, I want to fly like a bird,

To where my lovely one is now.