Whirring tambourine, I swing you

Whirring tambourine, I swing you,

But my heart is far from here.

Tambourine, ah, if you could know

How my heart is torn with pain,

Your sounds would have to weep

With me over my sorrow.

Because my heart is bursting,

I let the jingles

ring out brightly,

To sing away the thoughts

From the depths of my heart.

Handsome men, deep in my heart

I feel the pain ever anew,

My jesting is like a cry of fear,

For my heart is far from here.