Pink, life and water

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Sister Kajla, O Kajla,
the evening is falling,
the sun is setting beyond the river.

Your cows are coming back,
they are lowing in the field.
Come, my sister, come home.

The night will soon be here,
and the jackals will howl.
The owls will hoot in the trees,
and the wind will rustle through the fields.

Come, my sister, come home.
The cows are in the byre,
the lamps are lit in the house,
and mother is waiting for you.

Come, my sister, come home.
The darkness is creeping in,
the stars are twinkling in the sky.
Come, my sister, come home.

The night is long and lonely,
and the road is dark and winding.
Come, my sister, come home.

Let us go together,
with the cows and the lamps,
and the stars above our heads.
Come, my sister, come home.