LYRICS

Zableyalo my lamb in Todorov pens,
he lamb shine, his whole herd razbleya.
Todor spoke of lamb, lamb Bain horned,
why me plaintively shine, and my flock razbleya?

lamb spoke plaintively, le Bain, Bacho Todor,
where s my mother? Todor spoke of lamb, lamb Bain horned.
I was early in the morning on Sunday came three traders,
handful Anthony gave, Rogusha of them sold.

lamb pitifully speak, remember Bajnai Todor,
when Tunja pridoyde, chain bridges broke down.
Rogusha My mother, she is thy flock translate,
remember what it promised, what was your word.
sha horns and gilded legs sha and silver,
why her Bajnai sell these die-hard butchers.