Between the mountains, dear mother,
Far along the forest,
Three young huntsmen are riding
On three shining horses,
      dear mother!
On three shining horses.

You can be happy, dear mother,
When it becomes quiet outdoors;
Father comes home from the forest
And you can kiss each other as much as you want,
      dear mother!
You can kiss each other as much as you want,

And I toss about
In my little bed at night without end,
I turn to left and I turn to right
Nowhere do I have anything,
     dear mother. 
Nowhere do I have anything.

When I am finally a woman
In the quiet night then
I will turn to all sides
And kiss as much as I want to,
     dear mother. 
And kiss as much as I want to.