Black earth opens in two directions

1. Open your black head in two directions, ; Bury my rose in it, ; You will be better for me under your head, ; All under the emperor's hand. ; ; He sang to the same tune: ; ; 1. On a green table the candle stands, ; A little brown girl lights it, ; Sometimes she extinguishes it, sometimes she rekindles it, ; Only my heart grieves it. ; ; 2. Do not grieve, do not grieve, ; Do not cover it with black mourning, ; It is already grieved, ; Covered with black mourning.