My little garden is cut open by canal water
Song
1. My little garden is bowed by canal water, ; My heart is bowed by a brown young man's sorrow. ; Then my heart will still have pain, ; If I become a bride for your mother, my rose. ; ; 2. The cemetery of Martosi is white with snow, ; Not one of the very first lovers is true. ; I turn my ring on another finger, ; I leave my very first lover. ; ; 3. The wheat tares flower, alas, but many, ; My rose got angry with me. ; Maybe that's why she got angry with me, ; Because she saw me a little more beautiful than I am.