By the side of a fountain I took my rest
And the water was so clear that I bathed in it

The water was so clear that I bathed in it
And I dried myself with the leaves of an oak tree

From the very topmost branch, the nightingale was singing
Sing on, pretty nightingale, you are the one who has a
happy heart

John, my friend, to the war has gone
Because of a rosebud which I refused from him

Yes, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait for the one my heart loves
Yes, I will wait, I will wait, I will wait
I will wait for the one my heart loves so much.

I wish that the rose were still on the bush
And my friend John were here to love me

By the side of a fountain I took my rest
And the water was so clear that I bathed in it