PETRUNO, PILE ŠARENO

(Bulgarie)          

Petùruno, pile sareno,
de gidi, jagne galeno.
Petruna,bright little bird,
little lambie.
Petùruninite jocici
te cinat sapa zùltici.
Petruna's eyes
are worth a handful of golden coins.
"Petùruno, pile sareno,
kato si tolkoz jubavo,
jot Boga le si padnalo
ili si v gùrdinka niknalo?"
"Petruna, little turtledove,
since you're so beautiful,
did God drop you here
or did you spring up in the garden?"
"Ludo le ludo ta mlado,
ne sùm ot Boga padnalo
nito sùm v gùrdinka niknalo.
"You crazy young thing,
God didn't drop me here
nor did I spring up in the garden.
I mene majka rodila,
i mene kakto i tebe.
My mother bore me
just as yours did.
Koga me mama rodila
v gùrdina se je hodila,
While she was bearing me
she walked in the garden,
za topola se je dùrzala,
kùm jabuka je gledala.
she held onto a poplar tree,
she looked at an apple.
Za tuj sùm tùnka, visoka,
za tuj sùm bela, cùrvena."
That's why I am thin and tall,
That's why I am fair and rosy."

Source : MIT Folk Dance Club.

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