Don’t look for me where leaves are springing,
You will not find me there, mayn shatz.
At the machines, where lives are withered,
Dortn is [bad word] platz.
Don’t look for me where birds are singing,
You will not find me there, mayn shatz.
I am a slave, where chains are ringing,
Dortn is [bad word] platz.
(Mandarin, by Yen-Liang Tung & Lan Tung)
The spring is here.
Flowers are blooming, birds are singing,
and grass is greening.
You have gone away. Where can I find you?
Tears have dried and the youthful days are gone.
At the dark corner, the resting place.
So if indeed you love me [bad word]  [bad word] to me, mayn liebe shatz.
Lift my heavy heart from sorrow,
Make it sweet, [bad word] platz.