The little bird of prey does not perch on every branch.
Song
1. The little bird of the golden age does not always fly, ; I do not always lie in a bed with a beautiful quilt. ; Have mercy, have mercy, turn to me, kiss me again. ; ; 2. My dear (little) dinner is just a red apple, ; My dear (little) bed is just a handful of straw. ; Have mercy, have mercy, have mercy, turn to me, kiss me again. ; ; 3. The cherry tree has blossomed, its leaves are falling, ; This beautiful little girl already has a lover. ; Have mercy, have mercy, turn to me, kiss me again.