On the heath blooms a little flower
And it's called: Erika.
Hot from a hundred thousand little bees
That swarm around Erika
Because her heart is full of sweetness,
Tender scent pours from her flowery dress
On the heath blooms a little flower
And it's called: Erika.
Back at home lives a blonde young girl
And she's called: Erika.
This girl is my faithful little darling
And my happiness, Erika.
When the heath flower red-purple blooms,
Sing I in greeting her this song
On the heath blooms a little flower
And it's called: Erika.
In my small room blooms, too, a little flower
And it's called: Erika.
Already at dawn, as well as at dusk,
It looks at me, Erika.
And then to me it's as if it speaks aloud:
"Think you also of your little bride?"
Back at home weeps for you a young girl
And she's called: Erika.