Song of the rider

The forest is black, the sky is bright,

in Spring the valley gleams

The morning dew dampens beard and hair,

and pearls run from the steel

My brave little horse,

come o my little horse,

we'll ride out.

O my father, o my mother,

o all my friends!

Do not be sad for my sake,

this is the choice I have made.

I'd give my blood,

I'd give my all,

to go out riding.

I am a wild fellow,

the rider is the wind;

And wherever a little rose happens to be blooming,

there it grows warm and sweet

Kiss its face

whether it will or not,

while riding.

Fare you well, sweet little rose,

and thank you for your kiss!

For I am once again the stormy wind

and must fell oaks

I have no time

for love's quarrels,

I must ride on.