Don't look for me where leaves are springing. You will not find me there my child
But the machines where lives are withered
Dorten is meyn rue plats. Dorten is meyn rue plats

Don't look for me where birds are singing. You will not fine me there my child
I am a slave where chains are ringing
Dorten is meyn rue plats. Dorten is meyn rue plats

Don't look for me where streams are playing. You will not fine me there my child
Where spirits fail and tears are flowing. Dorten is meyn rue plats. Dorten is meyn rue plats

So if indeed you love me truly. Then come to me mein lieber schatz
And lift my head be of and sorrow
Make it sweet my resting place. Mach mir süß meyn reu plats