BARE DROMA

Bare droma, chaje me phírav, kaj tut, chaje, nashtig arakhav!
Bare droma, chaje me phírav, kaj tut, chaje, nashtig arakhav!

Refr.:
Te dikhesman, sar rovava, chumide man, tut mangava,
pala tute, chaje muri, zhanes me merava!
Te dikhesman, sar rovava, chumide man, tut mangava,
pala tute, chaje muri, zhanes me merava!

Duje ratyenc’ angl’ adi
somas ande khangeri.
Le Devleske me phendyom,
te zhutil, ke chorri som!

Chorri si e luma,
taj vi le manusha.
Numa o Del zhanel,
so kamel te kerel!

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Keren, savorále, drom / Make way, children (or Amari si Amari)


Words go in other order in video.

Keren, savorále, drom,
Te khelel o phuro rom,
Phuro rom te khelela,
Bistajjek gyész malavla.
Malav muri csizmaszára,
Te sunen agyész-tehóra.
Dúj, dúj, desudúj,
Csumidau me lako múj.
Lako múj szi rupuno,
Puske trubulla dino.
Amari szi, amari,
Amari cini bóri.
Hoj, te merau,
Te na csacsipó phenau!

in english:
Make way, children,
Let the old man dance.
When the old man dances,
He taps on for twenty-one days.
I’ll slap away at my boot-legs,
That you’ll hear it even in the morning.
Two, two, twelve.
I’ll kiss her mouth.
Her mouth is of silver,
She has to be shot.
She is ours, she is ours,
She’s our little daughter-in-law.
O let me die,
If I don’t tell the truth.

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Vaker

Šaban Bajramović

Vaker, vaker, vaker,
Da li amende o nilaj avel.
Da li amende o kham tatari
Khere me te avav

Akate si shil
Dela baro iv
Shudri barval purdel
Nashti te achav, nashti

Shunav, shunav, shunav
Tehara tu mange mange te ave
Ma tu te ave me kham tatari
Khere me ka avav

Ashun ashun ashun
anava tuke mo shudro ilo
Ole tu te tatare

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Nane tsokha


Nane tsokha, nane gad,
Me kinel mange yo dad!
Syr vydtjava palorom,
Me kinel mange yo rom!

Dado, kin mange chenya,
O chenya sumnakune.
Na kinesa o chenya,
Na beshava dro chaya!

Zageyom me drey da sado,
Zriskirdyom me tzveto,
Prekirdyom ke les shero,
Te kames miro ilo.

Nane tsokha, nane gad,
Me kinel mange yo dad!
Syr vydtjava palorom,
Me kinel mange yo rom!

I’ve no sweater, no blouse,
My father can buy them for me!
If I get married,
My husband can buy them for me!

Daddy, buy me earrings,
Earrings of gold.
If you won’t buy the earrings,
I won’t stay a maiden!

I went into a garden,
I picked a flower,
I fixed it to my head,
So you would want my heart.

I’ve no sweater, no blouse,
My father can buy them for me!
If I get married,
My husband can buy them for me!

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Sona aveja


song by Saban Bajramovic

I bavlal purdela chaje,
O brshnd perela.
Me tut adzukarava chaje,
Mande te ave.

Aaa tuke ka merav x2
Aaa sona aveja

Sa bandjova pe ulica,
Tut me dzakerava,
A tu na aveja chaje,
Tuke ka merav.

Dikava tut sar aveja,
Pe mande asaja,
Me prastava anglal tute,
Te chumide man.

Aaa tuke ka merav x2
Aaa sona aveja

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Sila Kale Bal


Jekh e chaja daje
lele me mangav
voy si but shuzi
sar go rakljori

Sila kale bal
thay zelene yakha
me mangav la daje x2
kay si voy shukar

Ka dikhel man daye
baro kham tato
Sar’ o kham tato
me sem baxtalo

Sila kale bal
thay shukar yakha
me mangav la daje x2
o’ la me ka lav

Voy phuchel man daye
dal ka lav la me
te ni lav la me
chor ka merel

Biyav ka kerav
muzika ka lav
muzika ka lav
thay ka pokinav

Sila kale bal
thay shukar yakha
me mangav la daje x2
o’ la me ka lav

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Sakoneske/To everybody

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Sakoneske me phengyom
Khelimasko shavo som
Trito ratyi me khelau
Shukarasa nashavau

Zuralyi mol naj lashi
Zaisarel muri gogyi
Numa sa odi dikhau
O na sul drom me rodau

Aj, Dolale andre matyijom
Buter na pijau

Kanak khelgyom me tusa
Phabargyom mure jakha
Kade dikhjan pe mande
Muro jilo gyom tuke

I tell to everybody
I can dance well
I am dancing for three days
Thinking about a beautiful girl

I don’t like strong wine
I lose my mind from it
Then I am only taking care of
Not going on the wrong way

Oh my god I am drunk
I don’t drink more

When I was dancing with you
I was watching your eyes
Your eyes fascinated me
You stole my heart.

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