I.
In the wondrous month of May,
As all the buds were blooming,
Then in my heart
Love made its dwelling.
In the wondrous month of May,
As all the buds were blooming,
Then in my heart
Love made its dwelling.
In the wondrous month of May,
As all the birds were singing,
I then confessed to her
My yearning and my longing.
As all the birds were singing,
I then confessed to her
My yearning and my longing.
II.
From my tears spring up
Many blooming flowers -
My sighs are like
A choir of nightingales.
From my tears spring up
Many blooming flowers -
My sighs are like
A choir of nightingales.
And if you but love me, darling,
I'll give you all those blooms
And at your window will ring
The song of the nightengale.
I'll give you all those blooms
And at your window will ring
The song of the nightengale.