| Oh mother of seas, I saw her so long ago |
| Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands |
| I am drunken by wine, quite as a child |
| So close to thee |
| Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands |
| I’m tired and our traveling, |
| Our traveling is over |
| You are so tired and our traveling, |
| Our traveling is over |
| I’m sorry for the pain, |
| Inside of forest shades, |
| We saw each other hardly |
| So sorry for the pain, |
| Stand still in forest shades, |
| We saw each other hardly, my dear |
| Oh mother of trees, I saw her so long ago |
| Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands |
| I am drunken by wine, quite as a child |
| So close to thee |
| Wind in her hair, gold ribbons in hands |
| I’m tired and our traveling, |
| Our traveling is over |
| You are so tired and our traveling, |
| Our traveling is over |
| I’m sorry for the pain, |
| Stand still in forest shades, |
| We saw each other hardly |
| I’m sorry for the pain, |
| Stand still in forest shades, |
| We saw each other hardly, my dear |
| Hardly, my dear |
| Hardly, my dear |