LYRICS

Dimitar word mom, Marie,
Ma Le, dear mom, Le.
Let me, Mom AVANTI Marie,
let’s go to browse.

Son Demetrius Demetrius and gee,
not you zorya horse. you
not you zorya horse, but gee,
at your zorya for Marga.

from how Margo loved her, but gee,
three would lose her.
to three would lose her, but gee, three
his horse tired.

le Mom, baby, mom, le, mari, my
us, our tote of Cada.
Vee with Marga we have similarities, Marie,
Nee two will take me.