At night in the spinning rooms

At night in the spinning rooms,

there sing the maidens,

there laugh the village boys;

how quickly do the little wheels fly!

Every girl is spinning something for her dowry,

so that her lover will be glad.

It won't be long before there

are wedding bells pealing.

No one who is kind to me

asks after me.

How anxious my spirits are;

to whom can I lament my sorrows?

The tears run

down my face:

why should I spin?

I don't know!