Rabenek (The big iron door is already ringing)

The big iron door is already ringing, ; Perhaps the jailer is coming. ; He is visiting my iron, ; He is so happy about my captivity. ; ; – Tell my mother again to the gendarme, ; He should not be happy about my captivity. ; Because if he is happy about my captivity, ; A knife is turning around his heart. ; ; I wrote home to my mother, ; Bring a pillow for her son, ; Bring a pillow for her son, ; There is a board for his head. ; ; My mother has already come, ; She fell on me crying and wailing. ; Let my mother cry with a wail, ; You had a son, he too became a prisoner. ; ; – Come, my mother, look at my room, ; My bed is two planks. ; My bed is two planks, ; I am still dying here, my mother.