For me then

There is an old house here outside our town

The strangest spot to be found

Where the old alders and willows stand in a tangle

It sprouts both outside and inside

Yes, the wall is whitewashed, and the roof is thatched

But no other place is so blessed and so sweet

And whether you can see it or not, you must believe

The most magnificent palaces are but small in comparison

To me then to me then

To me then to me then

There goes the best maiden, she is as straight as a ten