Betrayal

I stood, one warm night,

by a green linden-tree;

the moon shone brightly, the wind blew gently,

the torrent flowed swiftly.

The linden-tree stood before my darling's house,

and I heard the door creak.

My sweetheart quietly let out a man's form:

"Tomorrow don't keep me waiting;

don't keep me waiting, sweet man,

how I love you!

Knock gently on the window,

for my sweetheart is far away!"

Cease your hugging and kissing, dear,

and you, you handsome lad in velvet,

you fine thief, make haste now,

for a man is waiting for you on the heath.

The moon shines brightly, the green grass

is just right for our encounter.

You wear a sword and nod so audaciously;

Come, let me bless your wooing! -

And when the light of day appeared,

what did it find on the heath?

A dead man lay in the flowers

to the grief of a false woman.