Black grapes ripen in autumn
Song
1. The black grapes ripen in autumn, ; I will not keep a lover for three years. ; For three years my heart will be in mourning, ; Locked in the bosom of a little brown girl. ; ; 2. Don't take me for a soldier, ; My baby's heart will break. ; My little angel's heart will break, ; If I don't talk to her by then. ; ; 3. The barley field has been mowed, ; A hussar doesn't need four horses, ; He lets his horse loose, ; He hugs his baby with hidden sorrow.