Det var en lørdag aften
It was a Saturday evening
jeg sad og vented dig,
I sat and waited for you,
du loved mig at komme vist
you promised me to come
men kom dog ej til mig!
but you didn't come to me!
Jeg lagde mig på sengen
I laid on the bed
og græd så bitterlig,
and cried so bitterly,
og hver en gang at døren gik,
and every time the door opened,
jeg troede, det var dig.
I thought it was you
Hvor kan man plukke roser,
Where can you pick roses,
hvor ingen roser gror!
where no roses grow!
Hvor kan man finde kærlighed,
Where can you find love,
hvor kærlighed ej bor!
where no love exists!
Jeg ville roser plukke, –
I wanted to pick roses, -
jeg plukker ingen fler;
I pick no more;
jeg elsked dig så inderlig, –
I loved you so much, -
jeg elsker aldrig mer!
I'll never love again!