Mother, do not sew me a scarlet sarafan.
Do not spend your money unnecessarily.
It is too soon to undo my blond tresses,
Rather tie them up with a pretty ribbon,
My beloved freedom is more precious to me than all else
And I will not exchange it for anything in the world.
My child, my beloved daughter,
You cannot spend all your life
Singing free as a bird.
The colour in your cheeks will fade,
Amusements will bore you and you will grow sad.
In my youth I, too, was like you,
And we girls sang each other the very same songs.