Текст песни Брамс Иоганнес - Rosmarin

decided Maid
 Early to rise
 And at the dawn
 Flowers pick.
 "My dear, find red roses
 And the bridal wreath in the Garden
 As a gift I'll gossip! "

That's just roses
 She did not find,
 Of these wreaths
 Do not weave:
 On all sides one looks
 Only a symbol of death - rosemary. -
 Wenk her wedding does not weave.

"Oh, where are you,
 My faithful friend? -
 Only rosemary
 One around! -
 Knowing death has already come to you.
 We had to separate the fate of
 The last of the temporal separations. "

"In the garden I
 I go for a long time,
 Scourge wreath
 Does not matter.
 But it is not a rose, not jasmine,
 A sad, bitter rosemary. -
 My mourning wreath to you. "

"From red roses
 weave a wreath
 Do not let me
 Unyielding rock. -
 So carry away with him to the century
 Sadness beautiful flower,
 Ring farewell wreath! "