Lyrics

Jovka of Kumanovo strolled up and down Idriz’s eld and lost her necklace. Ljatif-aga came through the eld. “Don’t stroll around Idriz’s eld, Jovka. I shall take you for my wife and make you my fair Muslim bride.” “I will not change my faith for you, Ljatif. I’m already in love with someone else—Kostadin.”