The reed bends weakly to the ground
Song
The reed is weak, it bends to the ground, ; The little girl cries and dies far away. ; She dies in the artillery barracks, ; I will be free, my baby, soon. ; ; I will be free, I will marry, ; I will marry the one I want. ; |: I will marry the most beautiful girl in my village, ; With whom I spent many nights. :|