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A nice little flower in the forest I see,
In the spruce forest tall and shy,
And wait between the moss and heather he sits.
He stands there so small and shy.
Say, don't you stay hidden in the forest.
Where the shadows weigh you down?
-no, because by the Lord I will never be forgotten,
to the smallest flower he wants to see.
But don't you want to stand in the ornamental garden,
where people could stare at you?
-no, I feel best between ringing and small,
I was born to be a forest flower.
Even though I am small, the Lord loves me,
with him I know but my soul.
Every morning I pray to the sky prays,
with the prayer I fall asleep every night.
Like the flower in winter, I wither away,
but rejoice, because then I stand bride.
Lay the body rests in peace in its grave,
my soul, she is at home with God.
Yes, happy I will wake up with Jesus one more time,
in the morning I will wear my clothes.
And mix with holy angels my song
in heaven, where death does not reach!