Lithuanian Song.AVI

Piosenka litewska by Frederic Chopin performed by Katya Tchoubar with Nadia Jacobchuk at the piano

Very early one morning, the sun was rising,
Near the glass window, Mother was sitting;
"Where," she asks, "are you coming from, my daughter?
Where did you get your wreath all wet?"
"Those who must go bring water so early -
It's no wonder that they might get dew on their wreaths."
"Eh, you're making things up, child!
You probably ran off into the field
To chat with that boy!"
"It's true, true, Mother, truth I'd rather say -
My sweetheart I spotted in the field;
We only spent a few minutes talking,
and in that time, dew settled on my wreath."

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Music

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• Chopin lead
• Piosenka Litewska