I was carrying all my bad
Through the spring ice - vile as rat,
And the ice got cracked - my soul went flew rest-e-less
I got drowned down as a stone
With all grief to me belonged
But my woe jumped out to shore,
quick and waveless.
And this scourge since that bad day,
Following my sincere way,
Rumours and gossips are its usual company,
But the fact that Iím not dew
Only naked willow knew
And some quail lads with their maids
were near dormantly.
So, who of you have told,
That my heart is still not cold,
But the one who mastered me knew the truth somewhere,
And obsessed as the crank
He took rumours to his gang
And with scourge words as the route went
to find me there.
He got caught me and embraced,
Sincere feeling had he faced,
On the seat behind the grief gave me scoffy smile,
But to stay he could not might
Stayed with me just overnight
But the woe and sorrow did stayed
for my lifetime.