Maiden with the red little mouth

Maiden with the red little mouth,

with eyes sweet and clear:

You are my dear little maiden -

I think of you all the time.

The winter evening drags tonight,

and I would be with you,

to sit by you and chat

in a cosy little room.

I would like to press to my lips

your small white hand,

and moisten it with my tears,

your small white hand.