Overgrown stitches-tracks completely now,
Where the cute legs went often around;
They overgrown with moss and high grass-gooz,
Were used we walked, my dearest with you.
We hugged, tearfully said last goodbye,
We promised to remember each other for awhile.
I have not had peace since that matter:
It\'s true, the darling is walking with another.
If he forgets, if he falls out of true love,
If he another darling caresses there off,
I swear to take revenge on him by myself.
In the deep river I will drow at dark shelf.
Songbirds, tell me the actual truth.
You bring about the dear one the news,
Where did the darling hide, where’d disappear?
The poor heart cries, it suffers with tears.
Overgrown stitches-tracks completely now,
Where the cute legs went often around;
They overgrown with moss and high grass-gooz,
Were used we walked, my dearest with you.