Litvintroll - Dubrova (Ó, zöld ligetem...)


Oh, my grove, oh, my grove,
Oh, my grove green.

Why do you have no children,
Oh my grove green?

So the grove gave birth
To a spruce and a birch grove thick.

Once across that spruce grove
Wandered two brothers.

Timber they were hewing
To build themselves a home.

They thought what they built was a home,
But it looked like a dungeon dark.

“Oh, my brethren we shall not know
A holiday from a workday.

Oh, my brethren we shall not know
Winter from summer.”

Oh, my grove, oh, my grove,
Oh, my grove green.

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