שושנים עצובות [Shoshanim Atzuvot] [English translation]

Up in the hills well above our lonely village

Many roses there would bloom

In early morning as birds are singing

I would gladly leave my room

I’ll bring my loved one a lovely flower

From the red field I adore

I’ll know that I am his and he is mine forever more.

As I went down from the hills to our village

Roses in my shiny hair

But then my loved one is not at home

No voices anywhere

There by the river just next to our village

My beloved one had disappeared

He found himself another lover and my heart is sheared.

No, lord oh lord make him come make him stay

Day and night I’m longing to hold him

No, I cannot take a single more day

Lonely roses and he remains away.