The distant fires are burning bright.
The moon is bathing in the rivers nulla
And the fellow is saying goodbye
To his sweet girl on a small bench settle
The guy\'s honest eyes are clear
Like burning coals flammable,
Perhaps not enough very fair,
But all in all they are suitable.
He is trying with all his souls
To slow down the untimely parting,
Looking for a tender word all,
He sits, heartfelt, suffering.
Looking for a tender word,
He sits, heartfelt, suffering. hopeless
The loud-voiced, girls sing sad songs,
Sang away all their songs of sadness
Only heartfelt sore lsighs
Are heard on the wood bench.
Only heartfelt sore sign
Are heard on the wood bench.