It's raining, but it's dripping nicely.

1. It's raining, oh but it's dripping heavily, ; A Hungarian boy is grieving in prison, ; He opens the window of his room, ; He listens to the rustling of the rain. ; ; 2. But the beds in prison are hard, ; Not like my little angel, you have, ; Two planks under my head, nothing else, ; A pitiful sigh for dinner. ; ; 3. The prison is made of pure iron, ; Not even the bright sun can shine on it, ; I can't look out of it, ; Neither at the cloudy nor the starry sky. ; ; 4. I often hear the prison key jingling, ; I think I'll be freed, ; But I'm very disappointed, ; Because I'll never be freed from here.