LYRICS

Stoyan lying ill young, sick lying ke die,
over his head young bride with a male child in her arms.
Solzi Ronnie, solzite and Kapi in Stoyanovo person.

Stoyan I podrazbudi, Nevena and Valley:
“Oi brides, you young bride, as Ladas my face? Is
fine dew podrusuva or fine dozhdove?”

a Nevena Valley him: “Oi stood my stop, nor
fine dew podrosuva or fine dozhdove.
mY solzi on your face traps vselanski nepravdini.

Last night night near the fountain villages sbiraya,
sboreya sum when you die ke child take us.
me take away young, money to sell. “