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Dimitrovata majčica,
tjana Dimita Dumaše,
Tell me, my son,
where are you going?
Why are you late in the evening?
It's cold on me, my son,
I've been sitting all night.
Go to sleep,
my son,
I'll be waiting for you for a month.
Dimitar, you are going to the yard,
my dear mother,
I'm going, I'm going
to the mountain house,
I'm going, I'm going
to the mountain house,
it's cold on me, my son,
I'm going, I'm going to the mountain house,
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it.
