Copyright by FTV & Brankica Lindov ---- Above the springs is bent willow, Beneath the willow, a girl is combing her hair, Washing her face, long hair fluttering, Bitter tears are falling above the springs. Oh, sad willow, my dear sister, Above the springs you are bent down, Like me, you're also without luck. You have flourishing, but no offspring. Traditions are in my homeland The poor girls to marry to the rich men Because of his meadows and fields. Oh my God, what have I done wrong to whom. He is old, dear sister, his hands are withered, And his hair is as white as snow, I do not need his rich property, My heart needs tenderness and love. I want be married to a young guy, My youth belongs to a youth. -------------------------------------------- Nad izvorom vrba se nadnijela, Pod njom kose djevojka rasplela, Lice mije, ruse kose vije, Gorke suze nad izvorom lije. Tužna vrbo, sestro moja mila, Nad izvorom što si se savila, Kao i ja, bez sreće i ti si, Cvjetala si, a rađala nisi. Običaj je u mom rodnom kraju Da sirotu za bogatog daju Zbog njegovih livada i njiva; Sunce jarko šta sam kome kriva. Star je sestro, ruke mu uvele, A i kose kao snijeg se bijele, Ja ne tražim njegovo imanje, Moje srce hoće milovanje. Udat´ ću se za momčića mlada, Moja mladost, mladosti pripada. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yzISiW6oiNE