The pear tree is blooming white.

1. The pear tree is blooming white, ; My little horse is zigzagging beneath it, ; My horse is zigzagging, zigzagging for the last time, ; On you I will go to great Germany. ; ; 2. Remember, little angel, my saint, ; There we stood at the gates, two, ; Even now I hear the acacia tree's vibration, ; The plaintive beating of your aching heart. ; ; 3. The steamboat is sailing beautifully on the water, ; My horse is grazing beautifully on the meadow, ; The bell is ringing beautifully on its neck, ; My baby will be yours soon. ; ; 4. The band of forty-eight is ringing beautifully, ; Hungarian hussars are marching on it, ; They are marching from a foreign country, ; The wide border of the country of Bosnia. ; ; 5. Oh, my God, how can one get used to it, ; How should I hug you under the Bosnian roof, ; When I hug you, my arms don't bend, ; When I kiss you, my heart hurts a lot.