Source language: Engleski Translated by
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I saw them wearing, those gardens
A new outfit made of sublime roses
With myrtles and violets around
Basil with grenadine flowers do abound
Whenever the breeze lightly blows
You smell the scent of an exquisite rose
Oh, my heart among all others
No medicine can cure, no doctors
The pretty graced me with her presence
And honored my house with her existence
I made a bunch of flowers swiftly
For the antelope in my assembly