Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
They [bad word] up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where I told you [bad word] 
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Wear a necklace of rope,
Side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where I told you [bad word] 
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
They [bad word] up a man
They say who murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met at midnight
In the hanging tree.

 Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where they [bad word] up a man
They say murdered three.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where the dead man called out
For his love to flee.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree.

Are you, are you [bad word] to the tree
Where I told you [bad word] 
So we'd both be free.
Strange things did happen here
No stranger would it be

Не жди, не жди,
Путь тебя ведет
К дубу, где в петле
Убийца мертвый ждет.

Странный наш мир, и нам так странно здесь порой.
Под дубом в полночь встретимся с тобой.

Не жди, не жди,
К дубу приходи,
Где мертвец кричал:
— Милая, беги!

Странный наш мир, и нам так странно здесь порой.
Под дубом в полночь встретимся с тобой.

Не жди, не жди,
Приходи скорей.
К дубу, где мертвец
Звал на бунт людей.

Странный наш мир, и нам так странно здесь порой.
Под дубом в полночь встретимся с тобой.
If we met up at midnight
In the hanging tree.
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