Mariandl-andl-andl,
from the Wachau Valley.
Your beautiful name sounds
already like a love word.
Mariandl-andl-andl,
you have my heart on a string, on a string.
You hold it tight and never
let it go again.
And every year, I think
the Danube is not responsible
and nor the wine.
Into the Wachau Valley,
draws me my Mariandl-andl.
For she alone will
become my Mariandl.
When a young man speaks of love,
it soon becomes a rhyme.
And if it has a lyrical sound,
it often becomes a song.
What drove him to writing it down
was: I love you!
Mariandl-andl-andl,
you have my heart on a string, on a string.
You hold it tight and never
let it go again.
And every year, I think
the Danube is not responsible
and nor the wine.
In the Wachau Valley,
draws me my Mariandl-andl.
For she alone will
become my Mariandl.