Es klappert die Mühle English translation
von Nena

The mill clatters by the rushing brook, clip-clop
By day and by night, the miller’s always awake, clip-clop
He grinds our grain into hearty bread
And when we have it, there’s no need to dread
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop


Quickly the wheels turn and rotate the stone, clip-clop
Grinding the wheat into flour so fine, clip-clop
The baker then makes rusks and cakes from it
That always taste especially good to the kids
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop

When abundant grains grow in the field, clip-clop
The mill moves its wheels swiftly, clip-clop
And if the sky always provides us with bread
We are secure and do not suffer need
Clip-clop, clip-clop, clip-clop