Marketa Irglova Dokhtar Goochani
The sun's first light is shining from behind the top of mountains,
"Samavar" is boiling
My love is walking carrying a golden vase on her shoulder, so suggesting
And seductively,
One pomegranate seed, two pomegranit seed, three hundred pearls,
The girl from ghoochan scatters flower petal confetti all over, that girl
From Ghoochan
Her eye brows, her lips, her face, the girl from Ghoochan
Her hair has a scent like sweetbay magnolias, the girl from Ghoochan
Flowers are in bloom and she scatters flower petal all over, that girl
From Ghoochan
My sweetheart came atop the roof, and left, what can I do,
My breath was taken from me, what can I do,
Fill my lamp with flower oil, what can I do
My love came crying and left, what can I do?
One pomegranate seed, two pomegranit seed, three hundred pearls,
The girl from Ghoochan scatters flower petal confetti all over, that girl
From Ghoochan
