A keresés eredménye

You, Ivan, leave your mother...

You, Ivan, leave your mother, I will leave my master,
And we will go to Voloschina to search for our destiny!
We will come to Voloschina to live among Vlachs,
And we’ll eat some hominy there.
Oh, Vlachs eat so poorly, sow only corn,
They cannot grow wheat, cause don’t know how to reap.