And in the snowy mountains
There flows a cold fountain
And he who drank thereof
And he who drank thereof
Becomes young and never grows old
I drank thereof
Many a cool trunk
I have not grown old
I have not grown old
I am young at all times
Farewell, my dearest, I depart
Farewell, my little dearest!
But when will you come back
But when will you come back
My beloved?
When it is snowing red roses
And it is raining cool wine
My dearest, then I will come back
My dearest, then I will come back
My ladylove!
There are no roses snowing
And there is no wine raining
So you won't come back any more
So you won't come back any more
My beloved!