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Eleno Mome
/ Eleno, mome Eleno, /
/ Ne gazi sino zeleno! /
(Ah) Eleno, mome Eleno
/ Ne gbazi sino zeleno! /
Sadi Moma
/ Sadi moma bela loza.
Vinena, libe, vinena. /
/ Den ja sadi, dva se kae.
Vinena, libe, vinena. /
/ Porasnala bela loza.
Vinena, libe, vinena. /
/ Napâlnila devet bâčvi
sâs vino, lele, sâs vino. /
/ I deseta bistra,
ljuta rakija, lele, rakija. /
/ Naučil se mlad soldatin
da pije, lele, da pije. /
/ Pil e dva dni, pil e tri dni,
nedelja, lele, nedelja. /
/ Ta si izpil vrano konče
pod sebe, lele, pod sebe. /A girl planted a vine,
a white wine grape vine.
For one day she planted. For two she
regretted the white wine grape vine.
The vine grew up.
The white wine grape vine.
It filled nine barrels with wine.
The tenth with clear,
strong rakija plum brandy.
A young soldier learned to drink.
He drank for two days,
he drank for three days, for a week.
He drank up his black
horse from under him.
Trâgnala Rumjana
Trâgnala Rumjana, za voda studana, lele,
Trâgnala Rumjana, za voda studana,
Vse sutrin rano, po ladovino, lele,
Vse večer kâno, po mesečina.
Na srešta ide, edno ludo mlado, lele,
Na srešta ide, edno ludo mlado,
Ta na Rumjana, tihom govori, lele,
Ta na Rumjana, tihom govori.
Ja kaži Rumjano, kakvo da ti storja, lele,
Ja kaži Rumjano, kakvo da ti storja,
Kitki da ti zema, drugi šte nabereš, lele,
Kitki da ti zema, drugi šte nabereš.
Stomni da ti ščupja, drugi šte si kupiš, lele,
Stomni da ti ščupja, drugi šte si kupiš,
Hem pohubavi, hem pošareni, lele,
Hem pohubavi, hem pošareni.
Ja togaz Rumjano, daj da te celuna, lele,
Ja togaz Rumjano, daj da te celuna,
Hem pohubavi, hem pošareni, lele,
Hem pohubavi, hem pošareni.
Če celuvkata e, mehlem na sârceto, lele,
Če celuvkata e, mehlem na sârceto,
Mehlem na sârceto, balsam na dušata, lele,
Mehlem na sârceto, balsam na dušata.Rumjana went for cool water
Early each morning in the morning coolness,
Late each evening in the moonlight.
Towards her came a young lad.
He said quietly to Rumjana:
"Tell me now, Rumjana, what shall I do to you?
If I steal your flowers, you’ll just pick others.
If I break your jugs, you’ll buy yourself new ones,
Even prettier and more colorful.
So now, Rumjana, let me kiss you,
For a kiss cannot be bought with money.
For a kiss is a salve for the heart,
A salve for the heart, a balm for the soul."
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