If they catch thirst for rain in the sky do not send call,
hands in icy spring not thou cool, and Got drunk with my love.
Pius to bottom, drink the dregs, as
my husband their most desired.
drink wine from my lips and dark
the end come back drunk.
If they burn the heat Rila lakes in his face not hide,
not seek coolness in Pirin’s Deep, and with my love drunk.