The meadow has already been mowed, it no longer produces flowers.

1. The meadow has been mowed, it bears no more flowers, ; The little angel says that I am going to another girl. ; Don't be angry, little angel, don't listen to me, ; That I love you, I swear by the heavens. ; ; 2. In front of my door is a wild apple tree, three buds on it, ; The little angel says that he will pluck it. ; Don't pluck it, little angel, it will open soon, ; Then he will cover its flower with pearly dew. ; ; 3. A blue rainbow, a blue rainbow crowns the sky, ; They have stolen, they have forbidden my lover from me. ; They have stolen, they have forbidden my food from me, ; They have stolen, they have stolen my orphaned life too.