LYRICS

Marie Velichko, Velichko,
Velichko, young vdovichko.
Has cried Velichka
Nikolov ke die.

Ljube Nicolas, Nicolas
to become, love, see
your uyko and brother-
how pitifully roar for you.

and your small children
under foreign Agatha gates.
Marie Velichko, Velichko
did not cry, do not sing.

you can sell at Leto,
white wheat to buy,
white bread to meddle,
children to feed them.