On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.
Eagerly a hundred thousand little bees,
swarm around, Erika.
For her heart is full of sweetness,
a tender scent escapes her blossom-gown.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.

Back at home, there lives a little maiden
and she's called : Erika.
That girl is my faithful little darling
and my joy, Erika!
When the heather blooms in a reddish purple,
I sing her this song in greeting.
On the heath, there blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.

In my room, there also blooms a little flower
and it's called : Erika.
Already In the grey of dawn, as it does at dusk,
It looks at me, Erika!
And it is as if it spoke aloud:
"Are you thinking of your fiancée?"
Back at home, a maiden weeps for you
and she's called : Erika.