Oh, the high tower of the bastion, but it can be seen far away
Song
1. Oh, the high tower of the bastion, oh, but it can be seen far away, ; At its top, at its four corners, four sprigs of rosemary bend down, ; One bends on my shoulder, the other on my baby's, ; I bow my sad head into the embracing arms of my rose. ; ; 2. It is evening now, late at night, the clock has struck nine, ; This little girl, the brown little girl, still does not come to the spinner, ; Either she is angry, or sick, or perhaps she does not love, ; So, dear little angel, I am forbidden from you. ; ;