Here branches of spruces are trembling in wind
Here birds are much chirping being worried,
You’re living in forest that’s wild and bewitched
From which to escape’s no way though need.

Let the bird cherry trees dry like linen in wind,
Let with rain well fall down the lilac,
Anyway I’ll pick up you from here, trust indeed,
To the palace where flutes play just in fact.

Your world by the wizards for thousands of years
Is covered from my look and light too,
And you think there is no more charming than is
This wild forest that’s magic all through.

Let on leaves will not be in the morning a dew,
Let this moon with mist’ sky is in quarrel,
Anyway I will here from pick finally you
To the light tower where view is more well.

What week’s day and what concrete hour of day
Will you come to me with a caution,
When I’ll carry you in my arms far away
To where to find is a vain motion.

I will steal you if that will to you proper be,
Not for nothing I’ve squandered my effort,
Do agree on a cottage love as place to live,
If are tower and palace not vacant.