Who hurt your little foot?
Hugo Wolf
Who hurt your little foot?
La Marioneta,
Your heel white as snow?
La Marion."
I'll tell you what hurts me,
Withholding not one little word:
I went at night to the rosebush,
Broke off a little rose from a twig,
And in going, stepped on a thorn,
La Marioneta
Which pierced me to the heart,
La Marion.
I'll tell you all my pain,
Friend, and won't beguile you:
I wandered in the wood alone,
To pluck myself a lily;
A sharp spine pricked me there,
La Marioneta,
It was a sweet word of love,
La Marion.
I'll tell you in all sincerity
Of my illness, my wounds:
I went into the garden today,
Where the most beautiful carnation stood;
There a splinter injured me,
La Marioneta,
It bled freely, and bleeds still now,
La Marion.
Lovely maiden, if you wish,
I'm quite a good doctor,
And will gently soothe your wound,
So that you are scarcely aware of it,
Soon will you be recovered,
La Marioneta
Soon healed of all pain,
La Marion.