Old tale about the girl,
and the poor farmer boys,
their time together flamed.
It couldn't last forever,
they knows it
well.
So they took from the moment,
everything
so they took from the moment,
everything.
Said father to the
maid,
it's time to go,
you'll marry my chosen one.
He's rich enought and religious,
He's the lord of all known.
Who is
the chosen one,
asked gilr with sad eyes.
He's a lord from the west,
he is to you the man best.
But the girl was sad as a
child.
The girl carried the farmer's child,
and father noticed that.
You'll die, he yelled,
you'll die as a whore,
you
bleongs to the gallows,
then I'll buried you and your sins.
The Boy heard, that gilr got hung.
He took the sword
and cut
her fahter's throat.
Then he rod to the chasm
and fell down to his death.
There he met his bride and son
who is that little
on,
yho you embrace?
He is your sweet son...
and come with us
we ar now here together forever
always here together
forever...
