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Inevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, \nInevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam, \nOh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her\n in an undertone so curt.\n\nOnly the pure river knows what to do,\nIt holds all the answers, it's wise and true, \nOh, lovely maiden fair, look into the river's eyes, \nOh, beautiful and clear, let your heart be wise.\n\nThe hour will come, and you'll be perplexed and worried, \nBut still, put on your red sarafan, you mustn't be hurried, \nOh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, \nThe river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire.\n\nOh, dress up, dress up in your finest attire, \nThe river and fate will lead you to your heart's desire.\n\nIn spring, the maiden fair had her destiny laid, \nAnd in the red summer, her sarafans were made, Then came the autumn, with its golden, leafy trails, And winter gave her snowy sleds with horse's tails.\n\nOh, sleds with horse's tails, how they shone in the light, \nAs the maiden fair rode away, all pure and bright, Heavyhearted, yet happy, her fate was sealed, \nHer destiny fulfilled, and her heart truly healed.\n\nOh, you, lovely maiden fair, \nEyes so bright, so rare,\nYour life was hard, but full of joy, A\nAs the river and fate played their coy.\n\nInevitably, the river flows through the meadows green, \nInevitably, the maiden fair falls for a warrior's gleam,\nOh, she loves him so, but she doesn't want to hurt, Only the river whispers secrets to her in an undertone so curt.