Mom Dimitar Saying
Dimitar mother said, “My son Demetrius Dimitur!”
Small your son, your stupid, Baremian hear me again. (X2)
For you Dimitur speak, people in the upper neighborhood,
made love to his son Demetrius his uncle’s daughter. (x2)
If you have no fear of God in church my son to go,
before this son, before this, before this St. Demetrius.
before him my son, before him, lit candles in front of him.
Let me not hear uncle, uncle terrible leader,
among village son will come, in the village, in the middle of the square.
Among the village son will come head’ll cut.