You Falada, there you hang
You maiden queen, there you walk
Three drops of blood on the napkin
Don't protect you from the envy of the maid
You Falada, there you hang
You maiden queen, there you walk
The brook took the little napkin away from you
And the oath weighs on you like chains
You Falada, there you hang
You maiden queen, there you walk
If your mother knew this
Her heart would break
You Falada, there you hang
You maiden queen, there you walk
You Falada, there you hang
You maiden queen, there you walk
You maiden queen, there you walk