The beautiful little Columbina
In the heat rests
But she wants to play the coy one
At the balcony she will not show herself.
She remains mischievously
Behind the balcony hidden,
Listening to the amorous voice
Of Harlequin, her faithful lover.
Who from outside in the water, the wind
Asks for grace and wants to enter
And repeats sweetly
His mellow little song:
“Columbina,
Open the door, don’t make me suffer!
From the balcony lift the veil,
Open, love, if not I will freeze here.
Columbina,
Harlequin stands here freezing.”
Tuning his mandolin,
Poor Harlequin.
Ah! what happened?
He isn’t singing anymore.
Oh! poor Harlequin!
Maybe he’s frozen 
there!
Harlequin, 
answer.
Are you alive?
Come here, 
oh, come poor little one
My faithful lover,
Columbina was too cruel
To leave you out there to freeze.
Come warm yourself up
With your Columbina
In her little room
And seated near the fireplace
Speaking of their love,
Columbina and Harlequin.
Already I hear you whisper
And repeat: “My beloved
Columbina,
Harlequin only lives for you.”
And then close to you
I will say to you dear Harlequin:
“Columbina, it is all for you.”
Come smile at me dear Harlequin
Kiss me, pinch me, be close to me.
Harlequin!