Oh, and grape juice from fruit pregnant

Blood stained autumn, do not go yet, sit down shady

Under a roof; good here if megpihensz,

S sipomhoz merry tune your voice, oh, let me

Libbenjenek Daughters of the year!

Flowers and fruits are singing his songs.

"The little buds explore the cup day

And I love running ereb trembling,

A hundred flowers ring the morning and forehead

Dusan well in the evening bright face

Until the smoky summer will Dala

And the head of feathery clouds hint of flowers.

Fruit fragrance basking in the air

Ghosts and the winged delight in the garden

Wandering around the trees or sitting and singing. "

So he sang, sitting, sweet autumn,

He'll shiver and got up in the hills

Above it disappeared, leaving the burden of expensive here.