The plundering is over for us now.
Song
1. The plundering is over for us, ; Our bachelor's freedom is over. ; The emperor has made me a prisoner for three years, ; My little mother, you weep in vain. ; ; 2. My little angel, if I were not a soldier, ; I would say good evening to your window. ; But since my little angel is a soldier, ; Like a rose, I am apparently withering.