My cup overflowed like a trembling flame.
Please listen to the melodious singing of the boatman.
Describe that he saw seven women in the moonlight.
Comb their long purple hair and hang it at their feet.
Stand in a circle and sing and dance loudly.
So I no longer hear the boatman's stereo.
Girl with blonde hair, come near me.
Focus on your eyes and roll up your beautiful long braids.
The Rhine has been drinking to the land of grapes.
How many nights have gold been shaken off by the reflection of this river?
Although my voice is hoarse, it won't go away.
The fairies of Defa, they are singing the praises of summer.
My cup is broken, as if I burst out laughing.