At the hour when they appeared to me,
the sky was still and blue.
And outlined by the dimly dim light,
their head - adorned with the morning dew.
The fairy limbs were as white as the moon,
Their hair was as if made of gold.
And I was afraid that the hour would end again,
as the starry night progressed.
Refrain : Her beauty blows through all time.
Her red mouth will accompany me forever.
The hour passed, the beautiful one had to flee,
Her image disappeared in the dawn.
I now have to move on as the days go by,
but it remains a familiar dream.
Since then I have heard its sweet tidings
Wonderful in all things.
I secretly still think of the blue one hour
and don't know if it ever was