Blue and red roses
grew on a cliff.
The same kind of a wooer should
a young girl have.
Oh, if I'd get that rose
stomped into the ground.
Oh, if I'd get that pretty boy
lured to my side.
My sweetheart played the accordion
and I went to listen.
Well, the accordion was placed on a dresser
and we started kissing.
I am that little girl
and I'm like a violin string.
When I walk on the road,
boys would like some.
Oh, you fool, for paying a markka1
when I got some for a kopek2.
Well I got some in a bed under a blanket,
and you got some on the floor.
Give me, hag, the pretty boy
and give him without a fight.
I'll take him anyway
and won't let him stay a boy.
Love burns in us
like oil in cotton lint.
During the day in the spirit's swaying
and in dreams at night.
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Finnish_markka2. 1/100 ruble https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ruble