When the rye becomes ripe
it grows over the long forest
then I will marry
Pick roses and laurel berries
Chase after* the one you hold dear
in your heart
Ginger and laurel berries
bless you** if you are sweet
in your heart
When the rye becomes ripe
it grows over the long forest
then I will marry
Pepper, ginger, laurel berries
mercy on you*** if you are false
in your heart
Now I have gotten the one I want
I have become joyous and glad
in my heart
When the rye becomes ripe
it grows over the long forest
then we will marry
The young ones dance
the old they sit and look thereupon
Here dance the two young ones
while roses and lillies bloom