Love love damned torment

1. Love, love, cursed torment, ; Why didn't you bloom on the top of every tree, ; On the top of every tree, on the leaves of the walnut tree, ; Let every poor young man have his leaves torn. ; ; 2. Cifra, the lattice gate is painted yellow, ; My baby goes there every Saturday night, ; She waters her horse, shows herself, ; I think she has her two red cheeks kissed. ; ; 3. The bell doesn't ring if the wind doesn't blow it, ; I wouldn't say it, baby, if it weren't true, ; Love is forbidden, I'm afraid of my mother, ; I heard, baby, that we're going to be separated.