The hot midday sun is laughing,
When the black abbot finally wakes up.
He staggers across the courtyard with a heavy head,
What happened yesterday at the nun's house?
Can love be a sin?
Is he the black sheep?
Oh Lord, let five be straight,
I know that I'm not allowed to.
Sister Maria is picking roses,
She has to bend over too much.
Suddenly everything comes back to him,
Can love be a sin?
Can love be a sin?
Is he the black sheep?
Oh Lord, let five be straight,
I know that I'm not allowed to.