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

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