In garden at the early spring...
In garden at the early spring.
The nightingale was a chirp and sing.
I loudly knocked on the door,
But you dont opened anymore.
My dear sweethart, please, let me in
The night was go, and now dayspring
My parents woke, we waked them,
They ask to me where been i am.
And you can answer, you can say:
How beautiful this night in May.
How beauty this amazing spring
And It inspire everything.
It doesnt matter anymore
Where you been, daughter, all night long
Why you was crying, why you sad...
Why loose hair in your head.
My mom, please listen: you are old,
My mom, please listen and don't scold!
And i so happy, i so young,
I wanna live, my love is strong.
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