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On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called Erika!
Eagerly doted on by a hundred thousand little bees,
this Erika!
For her heart is full of sweetness,
a tender scent escapes her dress of blossoms.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called Erika!

Back at home, there lives a maiden
and she's called Erika!
That girl is my faithful little darling
and my happiness. Erika!
When the heather blooms in a reddish purple,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called Erika!

In my small chamber, there also blooms a little flower
and it's called Erika!
At dawn, it looks at me,
as does it at dusk. Erika!
And it is as if it spoke aloud:
"Don't you dare forget your little bride.
Back at home, a maiden weeps for you
and she's called Erika!"