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When I walk, even the trees cry
Singing
1. As I walk, even the trees weep, ; Leaves fall from their weak branches. ; Fall, little leaves, cover me ; For my mother seeks me weeping. ; ; 2. Relatives, relatives, alas, but you are evil, ; You still visit my long captivity. ; Fall, little leaves, hide my song, ; For my mother seeks me weeping. ; ; The 2nd stanza is a field note.