Polegnala E Todora Songtext
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Polegnala e Todora
Todora was taking a nap
Moma Todoro Todoro
O maiden Todora, Todora
Pod durvo pod maslinovo
Undernath a tree, an olive tree
Poveya vetrets, gornenets.
A wind blew, a north wind.
Otkurshi klonka maslina,
It snapped off an olive branch,
Che si Todora subudi
So that Todora woke up.
A tya mu se lyuto surdi:
And she angrily scolded it:


Vetre le nenaveyniko,
Unwanted wind,
Sega li nayde de veesh?
Why now did you decide to blow?
Sladka si sunya sunuvah
I was dreaming a sweet dream
Che mi doshlo purvo libe.
That my first love had come,
I doneslo pustra kitka,
And brought me a colorful bouquet,
I doneslo pustra kitka,
And brought me a colorful bouquet.
A na kitka zlaten prusten.
And on the bouquet a gold ring.