Erika may refer to
Erika is a genus of moths in the family Lymantriidae.
"Erika" (or "Auf der Heide blüht ein kleines Blümelein" ("On the Heath a Little Flower Blooms") is a marching song of the German military. The song was composed by Herms Niel in the 1930s, and it soon came into usage by the Wehrmacht, especially the Heer and, to a lesser extent, the Kriegsmarine. The theme of the song is based on "Erika" being both a common German female first name and the name of the heath plant Erica. In itself, the song has no military themes, beyond the fact that the narrator (evidently a soldier, though this is not explicitly stated) is away from his beloved and recalls her when seeing the plant which has the same name.
The lyrics and melody of the song were written by Herms Niel, a German composer of marches. The exact year of the song's origin is not known; often the date is given as "about 1930," a date that, however, has not been substantiated. The song was originally published in 1938 by the publishing firm Louis Oertel in Großburgwedel. It was a great success even before the start of World War II. Niel, who joined the NSDAP in early May 1933 and became a leading Kapellmeister at the Reichsarbeitdienst, created numerous marches that largely served the National Socialist propaganda campaigns. In particular the Reichspropagandaminister Joseph Goebbels, noticed early that down-to-earth, simple songs were a useful propaganda tool.
Cuantas noches en mi cama pronuncie tu nombre
Entre estas cuatro paredes de mi habitacion
Cuantas horas esperado tu llamada ausente
o tu voz arrepentida en el contestador
Cuantas palabras calladas
Cuando entre tus labios
Los mios regalaron besos s
Sin contemplación
Cuantas tardes nos comiamos
A besos, cuantas
Tantas como dias hace que
te fuiste amor
No hay que mirar atras
Pues estoy luchando
Yo sin ti
No se como tenerme
Con el alma en pie
sin ti me cuesta respirar
Se muy bien que tu
Ami no volveras
Que sepas tu
Que como yo
Ningun amor se entregara
Yo sin ti
No se como tenerme
Con el alma en pie
Sin ti me cuesta respirar
El tren pasa una vez
Por ti no volvera
Que sepas tu
Que como yo
Ningun amor Se entregará
Es tanta la legania que se siente cuando
Has querido a alguien con toda tu pasión
Y de buenas a primeras
En quien confiabas
Se va llevandose los muebles de tu corazón
No hay que mirar atras
Pues estoy luchando
Yo sin ti
Sé muy bien..
Yo sin ti
El tren pasa...