Fly, birdlet, through the Bohemian Forest,
As far as you can, in haste,
And in front of my beloved's house
Sit down upon the green branch.
And if he then steps forth in front of his door
And asks: "What are you bringing me, birdlet?"
Then you just chirp and do not be shy:
"Oh listen gently to my singing,
That is a greeting from her!"

Little breeze, travel through the Bohemian Forest
And far into the country,
Waft about my beloved’s house,
Knock at his chamber.
And if he opens the window to you
And asks: "What do you bring me, little breeze?"
Then play about his cheeks and mouth
And say: "And do you not realize,
That is a greeting from her!"