I stood leaning against the mast

I stood leaning against the mast

and counted every wave.

Adieu, my fair fatherland!

My ship, it sails so swiftly!

I passed my fair sweetheart's house,

the windowpanes flashing;

I almost stared my eyes out,

but no one waved to me.

You tears, stay away from my eyes,

for you make it too dark to see.

My sick heart, do not break

from this overwhelming grief.