The little bird of prey does not perch on every branch.

1. The little bird of the silvery sky does not always fly, ; I always lie in the quilted bed. ; Take pity on me, my love, turn to me, kiss me again. ; ; 2. The cherry tree is sad, its leaves are falling, ; This sweet little one has a sweet lover. ; Take pity on me, my love, turn to me, kiss me again. ; ; 3. My sweet supper is only a red apple, ; My sweet bed is only a straw of marík. ; Take pity on me, my love, turn to me, kiss me again.