Di Krenitse [English translation]

Out of town where grass grows bleaker

Stands a well in silent plight

Come the maidens draw their water

With their buckets every night

Neath the sun in brightest splendor

In the orchards days abound

And beneath the endless starlight

Boys are dancing in a round

From the steppe winds are blowing

Crackle fires on desert sands

Through the alleys girls are going

With their buckets in their hands

Where the moon grows dim and weaker

Ring the drums far out by night

Out of town where grass grows bleaker

Stands a well in silent plight