Das Mühlrad [English translation]

In a cool reason

There goes a mill wheel

My sweetheart is gone

Who lived there

She promised me good faith

Gave me a ring

She has broken the faithfulness

My ringlet jumped in half

I want to travel as a minstrel

Far out into the world

And sing my ways

And go from house to house

I would like to fly as a rider

Probably in the bloodied battle

Where silent fires lie

In the field at dark night

In a cool reason

There is a mill wheel

My sweetheart is gone

Who lived there

I hear the mill wheel go

I do not know what I want

I would like to die

Then it would be quiet

Then it would be quiet

I hear the wheel of the mill go

I do not know what I want

I would like to die

Then it would be quiet