LYRICS

Rado le I heard you, that marry Demetrius,
that marry Demetrius, Demetrius your liube.

I’ve heard Mom realized I hope is a lie big,
hope is false big, big lie false.

In Dimitrovi yards hear music playing,
matchmakers, guest play, the use of it sung his mom.

while his words saying, people with fields filled,
Rada are welcome to take in order Dimitrova bride.