LYRICS

Marie Le Dimitro, Mari small lass, Mari small lass,
sidyalay Dimitra in small garden near yellow nasturtium.

Sidyala and waiting and en route watched, and en route seen,
whether it will be Milne came and sweetheart, Milne and sweetheart.

Ivan walked past me quietly prayed, silently I prayed,
Dimitro Marie Le Marie little lass, Marie little lass.blown Dimitro, burnt black, burnt blackened,
as flax water basil for dew basil for dew.

Sevdalina lass, Chapter I th ache or a half,
me head hurt, either half or half.

I miss me where me whether, if allowed,
who I am would, would promised, promised she would.

And my me if a remote village, rich boy, boy
rich but is damned, but is cursed.

by embracing Good, Good foot white stone Mermer, to
its measures, to measure the gray dove. (x2)

no moderate, not moderate gray dove,
most moderate, moderate at the poor his heart. (x2)

Good foot, stepped Good white Meermanno Dr. Stone,
to compete, to compete dove gray.
not moderate, not moderate dove gray,
most moderate, most moderately poor little heart.