Das kalte Herz [English translation]

In the deep forest

In the black forest

A Köhler burner lives

A heart so cold

Where streams flow

The wood to the north

Where plates bloom

The church rings for the wedding

In his breast

Love burns him

Like embers and tinder

For one only

In the cool ground

Dwells under black fir trees

A Köhler burner lives

A heart like glass so pure

In the deep forest

In the black forest

A Köhler burner lives

A heart so cold

His cold heart

That longs for the fire

For black smoke

For hearth, wood and embers

Has he got gold too

So many things

Did he not think of love

Took Lisbeth's death for wealth

He took her life

And harmony and shining red stones

He fought with death and devil for them

Did he also take gold

Took so much

Laughed at love

Took Lisbeth's death for wealth

Killed for pride

And does the wind know all mild names

When one cries out in the mountain forest

He only wants to be stopped by all gentle hands

To stop for just the one

Of the treasure

One thing shall remain for him

A ring with her name of pure gold

Shall of the treasure

One more shall remain for him

A ring with her name made of pure gold