The nightingale couldn`t find a red rose.
It flew to the last rose tree in the garden.
"Give me a red rose and I will sing for you,"it said.
"I`m sorry, nightingale. My roses are red but winter was very cold, and now I don`t have any."
The nightingale was very sad.
"I only want one red rose. Help me, please!"
The rose tree said, "I know how to get a red rose, but iti is very sad way."
"Tell me! Tell me," said the nightingale.
"You must sing a beautiful song. You must press yourself onto one of my thorns. You must sing all night. Your blood will make one red rose grow."
NEW WORDS:
- PRESS- VAJUTAMA
- BLOOD - VERI
- GROW - KASVAMA
- THORN - OKAS
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