From the rosebush, o Mother

From the rosebush, O mother,

from the roses I come.

On the bank of that water

I saw roses and buds;

from the roses I come.

On the bank of that river

I saw roses in bloom;

with sighs I picked the roses.

And at the rosebush, O mother,

I saw a youth,

On the bank of that water

I saw a slim youth,

I saw a youth.

On the bank of that river

the youth was also looking for roses,

many roses he plucked, many roses,

and with a smile he picked the most beautiful,

with a sigh he gave me the rose.