Brown boy, where are you driving the ox?

1. – Brown glutton, where are you driving the ox, ; – I will tie it to my little garden rose tree, ; – There indeed, brown glutton, you will not tie it, ; The weak branch of the rose tree is broken. ; ; 2. – If I break it, I will pay the price, ; Give me a scythe, let me cut the branch, ; The grass is sparse, it cannot be cut regularly, ; It is hard to part from you, brown girl. ; ; 3. A stinging thorn stung my hand, ; Brown girl, you have deceived my heart again, ; Brown girl, why have you deceived my orphaned heart again, ; I wanted to deceive yours. ; ; 4. Two lovers went out to the cemetery, ; Both of them kneel down on a stone, ; Crying, they say: – Perhaps there is no God in heaven, ; Why don't you have mercy on the lover?