The little ones, the little ones, are walking high in the sky

The little ones, the little ones, walk high in the sky, ; Alas, but it's cold, alas, but it's cold in this region. ; The rooster crows, dawn is breaking, a sharp cold wind is coming, ; Alas, but still, still, I won't leave my baby. ; ; There is no such young man, there is no such young man in this big world, ; As you are, as you are, my sweet dove, ; So don't hide your red cheeks, your rosy cheeks from me, ; Look at me, look at me with your two beautiful eyes.