A thrush bird flew up the tree.

1. A thrush bird has climbed up the tree, ; It whistles sadly, its mate has left it, ; My rose has left me too, ; I still weep like a thrush bird. ; ; 2. A sea of barley, wheat, corn, ; No matter what kind of young man I have, ; Only the one who, who, ; Who can wink at my eyes is good for me. ; ; 3. He who wants to sow pure wheat, ; He must plow under it three times, ; He who wants to keep a beautiful harvest, ; He must not get used to it. ; He who wants to keep a beautiful harvest, – to the tune of line 3; Let him marry a scoundrel. – to the tune of line 4; ; &nbsp,