And you believe him, / poor little maiden? That he won’t deceive you — / you believe him still? As the wild wind whistles / over high pastures, as mountain waters / flow on and flow on — so he has lied — / he will not come, so he has lied — he will not come. You — poor young girl… / he — your noble lord! You — poor young girl, he — your noble lord, Remember this — / he, your noble lord! And you believe him, / poor little maiden — that he won’t deceive you… / you … believe him still… You do not know / what love means from a noble to a poor servant girl — / oh, you don’t know, don’t know… With him there will be / sweetness in his features, and words so tender — / like a maiden’s face, but in his heart stone / against your tears! And still you want to believe / a noble’s loving? He, like the devil, / bought your poor soul — oh, you don’t know, Halka, / how cruel he is! He, like the devil, / bought your poor soul — oh, you don’t know, Halka, / how cruel he is! When I — like rain / in springtime drought — I longed for you, / I loved you so, I longed for you, I loooved you so… he said: “I must have her!” — / and looked just once — and you were his… / and you were his… He took your garland, / he took your soul — he took you from me! Oh, Halka mine — / poor little maiden! That he won’t deceive you — / you … believe him still? As the wild wind whistles / over high pastures, as mountain waters / flow on and flow on — so he has lied — / he will not come. So he has lied — / he will not come. So he has lied — he will not come! You think that this is why / we came here now, so you’d be happy — / so you’d be laughing, and see your Jasiek — / your own young falcon? There Jasiek — lord! / with that lovely lady leads out the dance — / his future bride… leads her in dance. Oh, fair is she — / and fair is he — oh, Halka… / he has betrayed you…
