Blow, thou wintry wind!
Thy mighty blasts the trees are swaying;
Though my heart with grief is bursting,
Tears of sorrow I am staying.

See the hut of my good neighbor,
All the luck is in his favor,
And his wife is gay and lovely;
I have no one near to love me!

See, my neighbor now is sowing,
And his garden will be growing;
I have not had time for sowing,
And my garden won't be growing!

Blow, thou wintry wind!...