Around my breasts
there are many sighs
of your beauty,
and they hurt me to pity.
Manda liet,
Manda liet
min geselle
there is no glue
Your eyes shine
like the rays of the sun,
like the brightness of lightning
gives light to darkness.
Manda liet
Manda liet,
min geselle < There is no grass.
God willing, gods willing
what I proposed in my mind:
that I would untie her virgin bonds.
Manda liet,
Manda liet,
min geselle
chumet niet.

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