(From Anton’s collection)
Translated by Joel R. Meador

Every time, every time when I went to the house,
Every time I shooed away a scarecrow.

But no, it was not a scarecrow,
It was the Mother once again.

‘Scold me not, my little Mom, please don’t scold me,
I have slept only a little this night.’

“Don’t lie to me my son, please don’t lie to me,
I know for certain you were with your girlfriend.”


No Music.