Do you hear, Little Redhead, how my song is crying for you?
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Cry, cry, autumn cat, woke up too late
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Do you feel, Rudacíte, how the wedding beer is fermenting behind the stove?
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Bitter, Bitter, Beer - Old Men's Craving
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Come to me, Rudacite, where the mushrooms sprout deep in the forest!
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In vain, in vain, mushroom old, boletus gray gentleman
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Come to me, Rudacite
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I will give you three hazelnuts
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I'll give you three hazelnuts, yes
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Come to me, autumn cat
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I will give you three sons
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I will 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, yes - you will babysit
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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 babysit
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Do you know, Little Redhead, what our first son will be called?
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The first one will be called beautiful Jānis - born early in the rye morning
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Do you know, Little Redhead, what our second son will be called?
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The second will be called strong Anne, born in the hour of millstones
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Do you know, Redhead, what our third son will be called?
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The name of the third will be the wise Mārtiņš - the son of fairy tales and fables
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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 babysit
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Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes - I will give three sons |