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It’s a quiet evening, the wind has become slow.
I can hear a sad song somewhere far.
I’m running along a narrow path that winds between mountains,
Because two boys are waiting for me under a rowan-tree.

The red rowan-tree, tell me, whom have I to give my heart?
The red rowan-tree, give an advice to my poor heart.

The first boy is a skillful turner, the second boy is a blacksmith.
I have a difficult choice cause I like them both.
They seem to be fine, each boy is a good friend.
My red rowan-tree, tell me, which boy have I to choice?

The red rowan-tree...

Only the rowan-tree can give me the advice.
I can't select though I've thought a lot of days.
The spring has come, then the summer and the autumn shines with a gold light.
They already laughed at me, girls from my village.

The red rowan-tree...