In der Nacht ist der Mensch nicht gern alleine [English translation]

Every evening I stand on the bridge

And sell flowers to many lovers

I see the shine and the light of their looks

And it does strange things to my heart.

I’d like to send my flowers to myself

To decorate myself like the most beautiful bride.

I want to think for just a moment

That every man is speaking of me and looking at me.

It is an odd, beautiful feeling

Even if the whole thing is a dream, just a game…

At night no one wants to be alone,

For love in the bright moonlight

Is the most beautiful thing; you know what I mean

On the one hand, on the other, and furthermore.

Yes, for everyone needs a little bit of love

Just as it is in the great course of the world.

For the heart certainly the most beautiful of all instincts

On the one hand, on the other, and furthermore.

As far as I’m concerned, I have one principle

And a quite certain, firm, ideal

But if someone came today who said, “I love you!”

Nothing else matters to me…

At night no one wants to be alone,

For love in the bright moonlight

Is the most beautiful thing; you know what I mean

On the one hand, on the other, and furthermore.

(At night no one wants to be alone,

For love in the bright moonlight

Is the most beautiful thing; you know what I mean

On the one hand, on the other, and furthermore.)

(For everyone needs a little bit of love

Just as it is in the great course of the world

For the heart certainly the most beautiful of all instincts)

On the one hand, on the other, (and furthermore).