pavol pours in.he mercy. like this, i don’t know you again, at this evening of love, i confess, i love, i love the tsabes, i love the tsabes, my radima, the radima of may, with a good spell, in the sky above me, all the cranes are flying, complaining and cuckooing, sending to us. the wild cry of your land, your land, the wild cry of your land, this is the evening of love, i confess. i love tsyabe, i love tsyabe, my radima, radima, my radima, my radima, my radila.