A lovely walnut tree stands in my lover's yard

1. In my lover's yard stands a golden walnut tree, ; Beneath it my little grey horse is saddled and bridled. ; Its bridle is golden, its bridle is copper, ; I bow my sad head on the embracing arm of my rose. ; ; 2. I will send a message or write, or even tell it myself, ; So that God, the good God, may not give an orphan a single one, ; //: Even the branch hurts the orphan, even the bird hurts him, ; So that dear little angel, I myself am an orphan. :// ; ;