LYRICS

Ivan Murray Vanya, Vanya, first venchilo,
not you liube commanded, commanded more repeated.

When levels are returning, go out to meet persons,
to see and Younger great to see me jealous.

Let’s say liube people: “Blessed is that Dimitar,
much bachelor Nachod, but took bulche nice.”

Person it as a rose, flesh its thin poplar,
eyes its black cherries, teeth its white pearls.