They spend their mornings from my warm bed

They sing from my warm bed in the morning, ; Just then I was dreaming about my old baby. ; In my dreams I was talking, they were drafted, yet I didn't cry, ; They were drafted, soldiers, I'll leave my baby here. ; ; By the Danube, by the Danube there is a round forest, ; In the middle, in the middle the field reaches up to the knees. ; In the middle, in both edges the beautiful field reaches up to the knees, ; You see, my baby, how much a true lover is worth.