A keresés eredménye

A Song About Tanja

She was pretty, Tanjuša*, there was no one prettier than her in the village
By the hem there were red patches, her body covered in sarafan**
 
Over the fence, into the hollow, Tanja goes when the night falls
The moon dances with its clouds in a sooty fog
 
A boy comes and bows to Tanja with his curly head
Farewell, my happiness, I have to take another as my wife
 
She went as pale as death, as cold as morning dew
Her braid fell apart, hung from her shoulder like a snake
 
Oh, my blue-eyed boy, I don't mean to offend you
You know, I came to tell you, that I'm marrying another
 
This isn't the ringing of church bells in the morning, it's the shouting of the wedding guests
A wild wedding on a wagon passed by in a blink of an eye
 
This isn't a call of a cuckoo, it's the terror of the kinsfolk
There's a ghastly wound caused by a mace on Tanja's temples
 
She was pretty, Tanjuša, there was no one prettier than her in the village
By the hem there were red patches, her body covered in sarafan