LYRICS

Momtchil in forest walking,
scarlet horse led.
With copper their flute playing
and its forest saying. (X2)

le Goro, forest green
you Vodice cold.
Did you see the forest pass,
rebels, true band. (x2)

The forest noise, hearing,
river roar, not a word .
Most are ubavi nightingale,
nightingale sweet word. (x2)

Momchil, glorious haydutin,
yesterday hence passed.
To two hundred, three hundred hero,
for you Momchil asked. (x2)