Wariant 3
StrzałkaThe little lamb came down from the mountain,
it has curly horns.
Open your black eyes,
in a star shine in a dawn.
In gardens they are sowing in rows
scented flowers.
You are wondering in vain.
I have already said everything.
Seedlings in gardens,
Do not leave them behind
You are so young,
So do not cry for no reason.[1]
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