In the forest in the greenery,
Where treetops overlook other treetops,
On the quiet meadow
I built myself a cottage.

It stands, protected from storms,
Against a cliff grey with moss,
Giant trees tower above it,
They protect it like the hand of a friend;

A rose blooms its way into the window,
The green grapevine grows up toward the roof,
With a secret caressing
The brook in the meadow rushes past nearby.

In the forest at an auspicious moment
I chose the spot for myself,
And in this remote place
I built myself a snug cottage.

Smiled upon by the dawn,
How brightly full of life it gazes into the greenery!
When fanned by the evening breeze,
It sinks dreamily into the valley.

At noontime a son of the forest a tree
Holds a parasol over it.
At night the roundelays of the choir of fairies
Softly twine about it.

In the forest in the greenery,
Where treetops overlook other treetops,
Nature, in your fellowship,
I have built myself a cottage.