Everyone repeats and always hesitates

Everyone repeats and always hesitates

Over an event strange to tell.

But why, but how is it that so much love

Should end this way?

Now I want to tell my story,

So comical it is:

I was walking one day along with Milady Lapa,

Who was so dear to my heart,

Through the fields to gather flowers...

But the story begins here.

Ooh! What is that which I see there?

A cricket or a nightingale?

Look--more beautiful! Look--more beautiful!

My beauty sat on a little hill.

She hoped so to be able to enjoy

The divine singer,

But at the trill of the cricket

and at his quick jump

She gave a scream, and with her flight

I fell on the place where she had formerly sat...

And the story ends here.