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On the heath a little flower blooms and it's called: Erika. Hot from a hundred thousand little bees that swarm over Erika because her heart is full of sweetness, her flowery dress gives off a delicate scent. On the heath a little flower blooms and it's called: Erika.
Back home lives a little blonde girl and she's called: Erika. This girl is my faithful little darling and my happiness, Erika. When the flower on the heath blooms red-lilac, I sing her this song in greeting. On the heath a little flower blooms and it's called: Erika.
Another little flower blooms in my small room and it's called: Erika. Already in the first rays of the morning, as well as at dusk, it looks at me, Erika. And then it seems to me it speaks aloud: "Are you also thinking of your little bride?" Back home a little girl weeps for you and she's called Erika.