Description: Album: Folk n' rock In the green woods, lays a grey stone, Two brothers falcons wrote a letter. Two brothers wrote, third one asked: Why doesn't our sister comes for a visit? Doesn't she have a steed, Doesn't she know the way, Or did she forgot her mother because of great struggles She has the steed, she knows the way, Only because of her great struggles she forgot about her mother. I'll go to my mother, I'll go to my sweetest, when I''ll get to the swift river, I'll have to cross it. I'll wade till my waist, I'll swim till my neck, when I'll get to my mother I'll dry up. I came inside, everyone was sleeping, only my sister was combing her hair. Oh my little sister, in which room our mother sleeps. Yesterday at evening we were on watch, now our mother lays under grey soil. Oh my brothers, brothers falcons, why didn't you sent me a word to the foreign land. Oh our sister, our dearest guest, because of sorrowful tears we couldn't see the way.