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Oh hunter, don't shoot me
I'm wounded, oh my love, I'm wounded
I'm wounded, I'm wounded
The hunter shot me, oh my love, I'm wounded

I threw a stone, it fell into the stream
From the stream, a pair, oh my love, flew away
My heart fell for you
Your heart, oh my love, fell for whom?

In these mountains, deer roam
Your nails, oh my love, crush with stones
What have I done to that wound?
That wound wanders far from me, oh my love