The crane flies high but cries loudly.

1. The crane flies high, but it calls big ones, ; From under its wings, from under its wings curly feathers fall. ; Pick them up, pick them up, dear little angel, put them on my spinning hat, ; When I go into the tavern, they know me for that. ; ; 2. When I go in, when I go into the tavern in Martos, ; I hammer my copper hammer, my copper hammer into the beam. ; Whoever dares, let him take it, whoever is a young man, let him pluck it, ; Even at night I will ping my name with gendarme blood. ; ; 3. The crane flies high, the stork with his pair, ; Whoever loves five, six, has only good things to do. ; See, I only love one, yet I suffer a lot, ; This damned deceitful young man has deceived my heart.