LYRICS

Oi, dear, dear, you, old, male,
I heard you, heard and understood,
I heard you, heard and understood,
that I married the first liube? /

in the forest I’m going to hang myself,
in Tunja you go to be long ago?
no, son silent, silent, not a word,
I will not go you ask.

I will go to ask you,
you want another bride,
you want another bride,
Dilber Mariyka, nash’ta komshiyka .

Oi, dear, dear, you, old, male,
I do not want Dilber Mariyka,
I do not want Dilber Mariyka,
I most want my Ljube first.