The medicine of love

She is a lover of love, a flower of beauty,
died aged only eighteen.

The young man promises to stay true to her,
he cried night and day for six months.

Soap cried, sighed soap,
he visited her grave every day.

His mother comforts him, saying:
“I have three brothers, and I have three.

Brother is the first buyer, he buys gold,
to the extent that your uncle has silver.

He rides happily from town to town
around the world, he will love to take you with him.

Come to him, see the world,
you will see some girls around the world.

Smarter, richer, more beautiful
you will see, forget the image of her.

Al, if you don’t get rid of heart wounds,
come back again in a year and a day;

my other brother lives in the convent,
your other uncle is a learned abbot.

Abbot and monks, wise men,
they will surely heal your hearts.

Solitude, fasting, learning, breviary
they will give you peace again;

al, if you don’t get rid of heart wounds,
come back again in years’ and day.

My third brother in the army is the chief,
come back again, don’t give up.

He still has a lot of power
soldier’s mistress, most glorious honor,

before the years and days pass,
you will be wounded in the army. “

He objected for a long time, he defended,
he did not resist his mother’s requests.

A friendly customer gives him a hand,
it does not seem to him harm gold, not silver

From town to town he took him with him,
asked him and forced him to be happy.

The world around him showed the share,
he saw a lot of girls everywhere.

He saw the rich, smart, beautiful;
he did not forget, however, the pale lovers.

And when years and days pass,
he comes to his mother sicker again.

When before, he visits her grave every day,
there he sighs softly, and sheds tears.

He goes to the convent, where his mother’s brother,
is the uncle of his learned abbot.

Abbot and monks, wise men,
no one knows how to heal the heart.

Fast, learn, and pray breviary,
peace does not return to his heart.

And when years and days pass,
he comes to his mother sicker again.

He visits every day when the tomb is before him,
and soap sighs and sheds tears.

“Go to the third uncle, my son!
de heart you get rid of the pain! “

He went to the army, he was afraid,
there is no honor, he sought peace there.

And before years and days pass,
a letter is sent to the mother.

The sheet was sealed,
“Oh, mother! Your son has been given peace!”

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