XI. If I could sing XVI. How many times I sighed
I would
sing without end Girl,
to you
To
the forest, to these rocks If
[I had sighed] thus to God
To
the stars, to the moon I
would be long since in Heaven
XII. It’s not a good thing XVII. Count, girl
To
sing of Krakowiaks The
little stars in the sky
You
might gladden some That
many [steps] I tread out
[And]
make others angry A
footpath to you
XIII. To you I am a boy- a boy XVIII. The pine-forests[1]
began to whisper
Of
homeland nature The
forests began to rustle
I
sing of myself XIX.[2]
When there was love
[So]
get up! Those
times passed
XIV. I loved you, girl XIX. Fly, little bird, fly
Like
the apple of my eye Put
your feathers in a cross
And
you left me O,
captor mine, girl
Already
in the first year You
look at another
XV. How that is sorrow to the heart XX. The great water flows
Like
a wound in the heart And
the little mill grinds
When
she who is loved Not
everyone is happy[3]
Doesn’t
love [you] Who
possesses much
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