Oh, how high this prison roof is!
Song
1. Alas, but this prison roof is high; I am buried alive in it. ; Buried alive, I grieve, ; I will never be free from here. ; ; 2. The bottom of my room is like darkness, ; There is nothing in it but the cramped air. ; I can't look out of it at anything, ; Neither the clear nor the cloudy weather. ; ; 3. Alas, my God, why doesn't the sky burst open, ; If I always have porridge for lunch? ; A pound of bread, plain soup, nothing else, ; My supper is a pitiful sigh. ; ; 4. I said goodbye to my father, my mother, ; And then to my dear baby. ; My mother, don't mourn me, ; I can't be yours either way.