LYRICS

Nag I brought, male, horse from sayvanche. (X2)
Saddle his tourist male, gilded saddle, bridle his
put, male identity, a clear star.

Pas is Scurry old male on the upper villages, (x2)
ladder out looking, male likeness of me. (x2)

There you Vido old male maid ubavitsa. (x2)
He looked at me, with these Crni male eyes,
my fire lit, heroic male flesh.

as I speak, with this copper male mouth. (x2) Oi
you madly, crazy young not they pozvavam,
I not know you you’re crazy to yabandzhiyche.