Where have all the flowers gone,
(So the folk song asks)
long time passing?
(only because you forgot)
Where have all the flowers gone,
(I only pressed them to my lips, then yours)
long time ago?
(It does seem like ages, doesn't it?)

My love, my dear
I've missed you,
(Where have all the young girls gone,)
but you have forgotten.
(long time passing?)
Throw me away. It is fine now I suppose.
(Where have all the young girls gone,)
My mind is slipping anyhow.
(long time ago?)
Rejection, and from you, too.
(Gone for husbands everyone)
Bastard.

I would give you some violets,
(Oh when will they ever learn?)
but they withered all when my father died.
(Oh when will they ever learn?)
No more flowers for you, my sweet.