Love Me Not, Mr. Snow
Go pigeon bird, don't believe what I am saying, I just say it so that Rima will sleep
Rima, Rima, beautiful clever girl, you have shining blonde hair
The one who loves you shall kiss you, and the one who hates you shall protect himself
Oh merchant of grapes and of jujube, tell my mother and my father
The gypsies have kidnapped me from below the tent of Majdaliyyeh
I will take you on a little trip, to a place where there are prunes under the apricot tree
And each time the wind blows, I will pick an apricot for Rima
Hey, hey, hey Lina, lend us your kettle and your bowl
So that we wash Rima’s clothes, and hang them up on the jasmine tree
Even as the tears welled up in my eyes and fell down, I k
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