Forest, forest, forest / Erdő, erdő, erdő
Forest, forest, forest,
Round forest of Marosszék
Bird is living in there
Twelve birds are living in there
I’d give sugar to that bird
Who sings out the name of my lover
My czardas little angel
My heart is badly aching for you
Round forest of Marosszék
Bird is living in there
Twelve birds are living in there
I’d give sugar to that bird
Who sings out the name of my lover
My czardas little angel
My heart is badly aching for you
posted by davidkosa | 08:55
1 Comments:
Corn, corn, corn,
what a nice corn field.
In the middle of it
a rose opens its leaves.
All the arms are very thorny
the birds legs cannot stay it.
My czardas little angel
I hear you are a solder.
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