O cool forest

O cool forest,

Where do you rustle,

O forest in which my darling walks?

O echo,

Where do you listen,

O echo that understands my song so well?

O echo,

If you were to sing to her

The sweet dream,

And all the songs,

O bring them to her,

Those which I so early lost!

Deep in my heart,

There rustles the forest

In which my darling walks;

In pain sleeps

the echo;

The songs have dispersed.

In the forest

I am so alone;

O darling, wander here,

They've fallen into oblivion also:

Many songs so pure;

I will sing another to you.