There is nothing sweeter than black grapes.
Song
1. There is nothing sweeter than black grapes, ; There is nothing sweeter than the first lover, ; For the first can never be forgotten, ; While there is a bright star in the sky. ; ; 2. My sweet mother, where is that sweet milk, ; Since you raised me to be a soldier, ; You would have given it to your daughter, ; Who would not have been taken as a soldier. ; ; 3. My sweet mother, this sprig of rosemary, ; Which my lover left here as a betrothal, ; Gather it, put it in water, but in a glass, ; For my lover's wedding day. ; ;