Mlada

A girl went to her beloved
In a scarlet pinafore,
which weaved her mother
for her dear daughter.

The beloved said tenderly:
"Take my present -
This is a flower of a bright moon,
braid it in your chaplet,
my darling,
for you're the prettiest!"



Credits
Writer(s): Ruzel Gabdrakhmanov
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