La Calandria

In a golden cage, hanging from a balcony
There was a lark, singing its pain
Until a little sparrow came to its cage
If you can get me out, I'll go with you

The poor little sparrow fell in love with her
And as best he could, he broke the wires
The wicked lark, after he freed her
As soon as she was free, she flew, flew, and flew

The poor little sparrow still followed her
To see if she would fulfill what she promised
The wicked lark replied to him
I don't even know you, nor have I been caught

The poor little sparrow then returned
He stood on an apple tree, cried, cried, and cried
Now in that cage, hanging from the balcony
Is the little sparrow,... singing its pain