You will be warmed by me, love!

The wind for river trembles,
And night is sad, cold.
Go more soon, you I shall cover,
The moon … does not shine to us in night
Go more soon, you I shall cover,
The moon … does not shine to us in night

Any gloom has shrouded the ground,
The robber a wind all whistles,
I at all do not accept it,
Fire on hill burns all …
I at all do not accept it,
Fire on a hill burns all …

We go, we shall embrace you,
More likely to heart I shall press,
Such evenings to a plenty
You will be warmed by me, love!
Such evenings to a plenty
You will be warmed by me, love!

To us it will be joyful with you,
Having embraced together to argue,
As to the traveller at that night harms
Still it is necessary to suffer …
As to the traveller at that night harms
Still it is necessary to suffer …
 


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