Here and there on the edge of the hawthorn

Here, there, on the edge of the hawthorn, ; The tulip has opened, on the edge of my hat, ; One, two, three, ; You were a deceiver, my rose, you deceived me. ; ; This little girl lives her life like this, ; When her mother is not at home, she bakes cakes, ; From evening to morning, ; She waits for her baby until dawn.