On the lake has woven | a red light of dawn. br Loudly in the forest | cocks of the wood mourn. br br An oriole is weeping, sheltered in the hollow. br Only I’m not crying. It’s cheer in my soul. br br I know that this evening | you’ll go for a walk, br We will sit together | in a fresh haycock. br br I’ll kiss and squeeze you | till you find it jam - br No one can judge the | full of ardor man - br br You will strip attires | under my caress, br I’ll make my love sot | to go the whole length… br br Let the birds continue | loudly to mourn. br There’s some merry grief in the light of dawn br br youtube.