Текст песни Петер Андерс, - Шуберт.Липа

At the creek in front of the home of my youth growing young linden tree ;
In the shadow of her seen sweet dreams ,
And I cut out to tender words of love crust .
From now on, in joy and sorrow , my heart is committed here .
And today the dead of night , passing by in the darkness and sorrow ,
I heard the voice of the branches :
" Honey, come to me ! Here is your home , your peace is here! .. "
Cold winds attracted me away , his hat fell from his head ...
Linden disappeared over the horizon -
But ever calling her whisper settled in my soul ...