Separation

Wake up, wake up, you young fellow,

You have slept long.

Outside, the little birds are singing brightly,

The carter is making noise in the street!

Wake up, wake up! With a clear voice,

the watchman is beginning to call more loudly;

When two sweethearts are together,

They have to be prudent.

The boy was fast asleep,

He slept long, so sweetly,

But the maiden was wise

And awakened him with her kisses!

Parting, parting is necessary;

It's as harsh as death,

Which also parts many red lips

And many tender lovers.

The boy sprang onto his pony

Which trotted quickly away;

Long the maiden gazed after him,

While great sorrow imprisoned her!