Untern Linden, Untern Linden

Under the Linden trees I stroll
Always happy to pass by
Oh, the passage is difficult and the pushing
On a kilometer-long stretch, you see nothing
But a crowd of people
And proudly in the middle, the police stand on horseback

You see people there from the farthest places
Hamburg, Cologne, and even Vienna
Sometimes even someone from Berlin
But the most well-connected, sweetest, flirtatious
In that setting are the ladies passing by

Under the Linden trees, under the Linden trees
The maidens go for a walk
If you feel like tying the knot
Then walk behind them
Starting at Café Bauer
She'll tell you: I'm sorry!
When you reach Pariser Platz, whoosh
There is your sweetheart!

Under the Linden trees, I stroll
Always happy to pass by
Suddenly, I feel a push
And I scream in shock
Princess Buxtehude
Stops in front of a jewelry store!
And people scramble
Because she buys
Something made of gold, oh my, my!
But to my doll
I say: That's no big deal!
Come, let's keep going
What is there to see in her
Because I know her with great respect
I take her to Schultheiss
There we dine and flirt
Until bedtime