| Do you hear, Rudacīte, how my song cries for you?
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| Cry, cry, autumn tomcat, woke up too late
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| Do you feel, Rudacīte, how the beer brewing after a spin?
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| Bitter, sour, beer - an old man's streak
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| Come to me, Rudacite, where the mushrooms are sprouting deep in the forest!
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| In vain, in vain, old mushrooms, the old gentleman of mushrooms
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| Come to me, Rudacite
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| I'll give you three hazelnuts
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| I'll give you three hazelnuts, yes
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| Come to me, autumn tomcat
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| I will give you three sons
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| I'll give you three sons, yes
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes - I will give three sons
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, you will nurse you
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes - I will give three sons
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| No, no, no, no, no- you will nurse you
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| Do you know, Rudacite, what our first son will be called?
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| The first will be called the beautiful Jānis - born early in the morning
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| Do you know, Rudacite, what our second son will be called?
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| The second will be called the strong Ansi - born in the millstone hour
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| Do you know, Rudacite, what our third son will be called?
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| The third name will be the sage Mārtiņš - the son of fairy tales and legends
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes - I will give three sons
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes - you will nurse
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes - I will give three sons
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| No, no, no, no, no - you will nurse |