Come! one more drink of sparkling wine!
 Adieu now, you loved ones! we must part.
 Adieu now, you mountains and you, my parental home!
 I've got a powerful desire to go out into the world.
 
 The sun, it does not linger in the sky;
 it is driven to go across land and sea.
 The wave does not cling to one shore;
 storms rage with power across the country.
 
 With hastening clouds, the bird there flies,
 and sings in distant lands its native song.
 So is a young man driven to go through woods and fields,
 to match his mother, the wandering world.
 
 Birds greet him familiarly over the sea;
 they have flown here from the fields of his homeland;
 the scent of flowers is familiar to him:
 they have been driven here from his homeland by the winds.
 
 The birds who know his parental home;
 the flowers that he grew for bouquets for his love;
 and Love, who follows him: they are all close by,
 so he is always at home in the most distant land.

  To part from one's beloved
Hurts in one's deepest soul!
Ah! what must, what must I suffer,
Since I am now going hence!
  Farewell, and lock me,
  Lock me
  Into the dear chamber of your heart!

  All joys must die
When you are far from me;
Every flower must perish
In the bitter period of parting!
  But, my love, I bear it quietly,
  Bear it quietly,
  Thinking, God wills it thus.

  Farewell, and soon give me 
Tidings of your faithful spirit,
Until it comes, that hour of joy,
And I am with you once more!
  Farewell, and lock me,
  Lock me
  Into the dear chamber of your heart!