They are already breaking the meadows.
Song
1. The meadows are already being broken, the yoke is cracking, ; There is hard soil on the upper border, ; So hard, even the plow cannot turn it, ; Every girl, Recece, has her own baby more beautiful. ; ; 2. I will send a message, Recece, to my lover's mother, ; Have a white pillow made for her daughter, ; A white pillow, with lace at the edge, ; So that the young man, Recece, does not fall out of it.