On the path that goes down to the river
you can hear a happy tune
that Adelaida with a whistle
like a bird from the nest
they look at her coming to the water
with her overflow tangled around my neck
and the jug on my shoulder
with her hurried step
she walks through the fields
I look at her full of amazement
adelaida of my loves
you are beautiful and charming
your mouth is an apple
morning star
I am the man who adores you
I assure you that I can no longer
and every night I name
I dreamed of her cuddling up
I fall asleep well hugged
I have her here on my shoulder
Adelaide of my loves
you are beautiful and charming
your mouth It's an apple
morning star
I am the man who adores you.

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