Paroles de Karandjule

Woke up On a Sunday morning And I heard The church bells a-ringin’ Down in the city of Prilep Birds In the woods were chirping Songs of grief They were singing Over The hills of Selce The woe was slowly crawling Karandjule was howling Listen Comrades Sorrow’s coming A black dog Came from the fog and bit me Between My two black eyes Then my mother came By her side Two young maidens Songs of grief They were singing Dawn It was dawn again Sun The Sun began to shine Bells The bells were ringing slowly White stone And a cross over my heart (наш'те майки се в църно одат)