25.07.2021
Spring Has Come
Spring has come, the rose with dew,The Nightingale came with its sweet sway,
And I came with a thousand songs and sway
I am the singer of my pretty lover,
Of my sweet partridge lover.
Oh my lover, my lover is good, good,
He wears a fire helmet,
My heart fell into the fire, it melted.
How should a partridge sit on the stone,
Notify the mountain,
The adored lover,
I don't sing love to the stranger,
I am the singer of my pretty lover,
Of my sweet partridge lover.
Oh my lover, my lover is good, good,
He wears a fire helmet,
My heart fell into the fire, it melted.
Whoever is a singer like me,
Compliment my lover