Hayde Gidelum Hayde

C'mon let's go, c'mon.
To mountains, to collect blueberries
How can I say "C'mon"
To the fiancée of someone else.

I climbed and chopped off the pine tree
Halfed it already,
Would there be such a love,
Let it curl up and die,

Sapling of redwood
You cannot chop it off from top
Can a man be embarrassed
By his beloved this much

I went down to the plains of brook
I grafted the licorice
Loving is a good thing
I have just started