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Day I go - secret corners night I spend the night - unknown paths; no father, no mother - father to curse, mother to weep... My woe you Pirin mountain! Sea of black Constantinople wine. I fight with an enemy - measure for measure, with a good I enjoy - faith for faith's sake; I have no brother, no sister - brother to praise me, and sister to pity... My woe saber of scorn! Sea of hot Edirne brandy. God worships - let him worship, the king reigns - will he reign forever? I have no love, first love - to wait for me and mourn me... My woe rifle of fire! Sea thin Salonika girl If only, my love, if only, if only your blond hairs were forged gold... I would trade a nice for a nice fed horse, trade for good, to chase Turks! If only, my love, if only, if only your black eyes were fire diamonds... I would trade a nice for a nice rifle boilie, trade for good, to beat Turks! If only, my love, if only, if only your white teeth were pearl beads... I would trade a nice for a nice saber at will, trade for good, to slaughter Turks! A beautiful forest - a pusiya, where a rifle boilie is looking. People are returning from the market, Lazo, the farmer, will go; hey, the beech leaves have fallen - a bullet will catch up with Laza, voivode. - "They are returning with people from the market, Lazo the peasant will pass by; the beech leaves have fallen - misfortune. a bullet will catch Lazo to the grave... And a slap burns my head, the pain torments my soul, my friend." - A rod for a light bulb, a thorn, where a cursed outlaw is eating. Lazo is known throughout the world, a black glutton and in blood; he repays evil to the evil a hero who walks for glory, voivode. - "Lazo is known throughout the world, a black glutton and in blood; he repays evil to the evil one - and let him! - A hero who walks for glory forever... And I am sorry for the pity-fatigue, Laz's daughter burns, my friend. You dream a dream, oh joylessness, a desolate youth, a grave in the wilderness, an orphan's grave under the thick foliage. And on the grave, oh joylessness, a desolate youth, a cross-bow - a heroic cross, and a chicken on the cross. Morning chicken, oh joylessness, a desolate youth, sing, ordering how the orphan orphan has passed. Evening chicken, oh joylessness, a desolate youth, sing, ordering how the hero hero has perished. I dreamed a dream, oh joylessness, a desolate youth, I dreamed a dream, a dream of doom - I dreamed You are a grave...
This evocative piece explores themes of loss, longing, and the harsh realities of life. The speaker reflects on personal sorrow, the absence of family, and the struggles against an unseen enemy. Nature intertwines with human emotion, highlighting a deep connection to the land and a yearning for love. The imagery of battles and sacrifices paints a poignant picture of heroism and despair in a world marked by conflict and heartache.
