How brightly, brightly the little stars shone

How brightly, brightly the little stars shone,

Down from Heaven's heights.

Two lovers stood at the threshhold,

Hand in hand: "Adieu!"

The little flowers wept in the meadow and on the path,

They felt the sorrow of the lovers,

Who stood so sadly at the crossroads,

Heart against heart: "Adieu!"

The breezes rustled through the calm of the forest,

From the valley and from the heights

Two white handkerchiefs waved to each other:

"Adieu, adieu!"