Among the berries

The mother:

Sing, my girl, brightly and clearly:

sing with a full throat,

so that the flock of sparrows doesn't

steal all our berries!

The daughter:

Mother, even if the sparrow

flies from my singing,

I'm afraid that it might

bring my sweetheart nearer.

The mother:

Of course, for such a brazen cuckoo,

we need a scarecrow;

Just wait, I'll join you

in the berrybushes.

The daughter:

Mother, no... there's no need:

Look, berries are rare,

But kisses, ripe and red,

are plentiful this year!