Pesha Gerakina

It hadn't rained
For three months
Hadn't rained
Not even a drop
Burned. Everything dried out
For worse
The spring came

And one early morning
It started thundering
The rain came
And it didn't stop
For three days
And three nights
Then the water came

In the garden
A mulberry tree

In the garden
On the tree

Pesha Gerakina

And on her neck
Three cords of golden coins
And on her ears
Two golden beads
And on her fingers
Two golden rings
And on the rocks
Her breathless body

And when her father heard
He started running down
With the water
With Borushtica
Came close
Close to Vidrare
That's where he found her

The pretty virgin
The pretty maiden
Fell down
And drowned

Pesha Gerakina

Her white face
Is covered in sand
Her thin figure
Stuck in the mud

And on her neck
Three cords of golden coins
And on her ears
Two golden beads
And on her fingers
Two golden rings
And on the rocks
Her breathless body