Little bird, where are you going so quickly?

Little bird, where are you going so quickly?

"To the north, to the north!

There the sun is shining now so brightly,

and there it has already become springtime."

O little bird with colorful wings,

when you come to the valley of linden trees,

to the house of my beloved,

tell her that day and night

I dream about her and think about her,

and that I have remained faithful.

And to the flowers in the valley,

greet them a thousand times!