Transcript Content: On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
Eagerly a hundred thousand little bees,
swarm around Erika.
For her heart is full of sweetness,
a tender scent escapes her blossom-gown.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
Back home, there lives a blonde little maiden
and she’s called Erika.
That girl is my faithful little darling
and my joy, Erika.
When the heather blooms in a reddish violet,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
In my room, there also blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
Already In the grey of dawn, as it does at dusk,
It looks at me, Erika.
And then it’s to me as if it’s saying aloud:
“Are you thinking of your little bride?”
Back at home, a maiden weeps for you
and she’s called Erika.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
Eagerly a hundred thousand little bees,
swarm around Erika.
For her heart is full of sweetness,
a tender scent escapes her blossom-gown.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
Back home, there lives a blonde little maiden
and she’s called Erika.
That girl is my faithful little darling
and my joy, Erika.
When the heather blooms in a reddish violet,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
In my room, there also blooms a little flower
and it’s called Erika.
Already In the grey of dawn, as it does at dusk,
It looks at me, Erika.
And then it’s to me as if it’s saying aloud:
“Are you thinking of your little bride?”
Back at home, a maiden weeps for you
and she’s called Erika.
