Divna narodna pjesma. Sve pohvale vokalu na osjećajnosti kada pjeva pjesmu i vioinisti što mu violina "govori". Pozdrav iz Zadra od rođenog dalmatinca!!
English Lyrics: Young Stojan is laying ill He is laying ill and will die Over his head, his young bride With a baby boy in her hands Shes shedding tears, Her tears are dripping on his face Stojan woke up And he says to Nevena "Oy Nevena, you young bride What is cooling my face? Is a light dew falling? Or is it powerful rain?" But Nevena tells him "Stoyan, you herd owner Nor is a soft dew falling Nor is a powerful rain My tears are falling on your face Because of the injustice of the peasants Last night by the fountain Peasents gathered They spoke of when you die, They will drown our kid They will grab me Take me far away And sell me for money
