Grass, big grass, I would like to go home, But I can't go, because I swore.
Grass, big grass, I would like to go home, But I can't go, because I swore.
Big grass, green grass, I can't go home,
Grass, big grass, I would like to go home,
But I can't go, because I swore. My brother left the village,
His but is empty,
It is collapsed, it is overgrown, Full of poverty,
Big grass, green grass...
What is God doing?
There are yellow flowers on his house The black cocks started to crow,
The bells were ringing.
Big grass, green grass...