Did you think so, young lady,
did you know that you thought
You thought you were leaving for the night,
You said you would go for the day.
O Travuska Travuska
trava explained.
You went to another house,
to the tanter of another house.
O Travuska Travuska
trava narrates.
O my sisters, my circus,
the youngest of the maidens.
Not for the night, not for the night, not for two.
You were gone forever,
for six days you disappeared.
Remember the earth as your bearer,
Father Armas your helper.
Remember the sweetest of the trees,
the flowers of the hand in summer.
O Travuska Travuska
trot tells.
Weep cry weep maiden,
weep your tears at the doors.
Leave your youth in corners,
forget your maidenhood.
Oh Travuska Travuska
trava told.
Oh, my sister, my circus,
youngest of the maidens.
Tomorrow's pint on the head of the scarf,
on the shoulders of the wife's cloak.
Tomorrow's pint on the head of the scarf,
on the shoulders of my wife's cloak.
O Travuska Travuska
trava told.

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