Tell me, my dear lord,
to where leads the locked door,
where do the ones
blinded by love go in secret.
Tell me, my venerable lord,
why is your castle unsuitable for love
and where do the ones who does not resist love
hide their confessions.
Probably in the towers.
Probably in the towers.
Tell me, my noble lord,
which way do the unfaithful go,
where they meet in secret,
those who are melted by love.
I'll tell you in return,
how to tune the strings in a woman,
for that I would just like to know
where do the lovers go.
Probably in the towers.
Probably in the towers.