I Am White, I Am White, Hero

I am white, I am white, hero, I poured over the whole world. One was the Karlak left and he would not even stay, / 2 / What was lost in the fog In the fog was nothing only one good shepherd. feeding his gray flock with copper kaval playing, / 2 / kaval he spoke: “Until you get married, increasingly will hurt them! “ Click:FacebookTwitterGoogleLinkedInPrintEmail
January 22nd, 2010 by lz3ai 

Pretty Babe

Nice babe, babe, Pour me some wine to drink, babe / 2 / Pain to say each other babe. Who it hurts more, babe / 2 / – Hurts me more, babe That soldier’s office waiting for me, babe. / 2 / – Hurts me more, hero, That I have a dress to do, hero / 2 / – Hurts me more, babe That e will not get married, babe. / 2 / Click:FacebookTwitterGoogleLinkedInPrintEmail
January 22nd, 2010 by lz3ai 

Colourful Flowers Bloom

Colorful blooming flowers on the virgin’s windows . Morning lass watered evening boy robbery it. Virgin spicy swearing him cracked crazy devastation. Do not you girls to love raft know flower picking. Click:FacebookTwitterGoogleLinkedInPrintEmail
January 22nd, 2010 by lz3ai 

Pretty Lass

Pretty Lass Lass, pretty girl, Pour me some wine to drink, girl / 2 / Pains to say each other, girl Much pain, girl / 2 / My pain is greater, girl I have a duty to serve, girl. / 2 / My pain is greater hero, I have to sew clothes, hero, / 2 / My pain is greater, girl You will not get married me, girl. / 2 /   Click:FacebookTwitterGoogleLinkedInPrintEmail
December 31st, 2009 by lz3ai 

Go Back, Go Back, Lass Kalino

Go back, go back, lass Kalino Go back, go back, lass Kalino can not walk behind me, that the country has a high forest you can not go through. I’ll pretend falcon chick and it will come to you. Forest will be flown it will come to you I will be yours forever. Go back, go back, lass Kalino can not walk behind me, that here there is a river deep you can not swim. I’ll pretend fish barbel and...

December 31st, 2009 by lz3ai 

Say me my white cloud

Say my white cloud le, where you at where you flown? I saw my father yards never heard a mother talking? What does my children dear, with strangers, foreign bread split? you tell her le cloud white that alive here to see me. And it brings me good health. Many mine a little stuck coming up in the village to go back to go back to my mother a hug. The translation is not professional and it is only to...

October 15th, 2009 by lz3ai