Harvest Song

As I will walk along the road,
I release my voice with the oak forest.
May my mother hear,
And make me dinner.
I have food on the fork,
White cheese for sale.
I go around the hill.
Oh you, Yas, dearest,
You have a gray horse,
I wove a waistband,
Let's go, girls, to the spot,
We will sing songs,
We will gather berries,
In the forest give voice.
Let my mama hear,
Prepare me dinner.
As she sets out potato and kvass,
So I might be filled on time.

(Laman, A.V. 90 years old, Bounichy village)