Lyrics:

Bolen lezi mlad Stojan,
Bolen lezi i ke umre,
Nad glava mu mladata nevesta,
S masko dete na race,
Solzi rani, solzite i kapat,
Po Stojanovo lice.

Stojan se porazbudi,
I tiho i govori,
'Neveno li, ti mlada nevesto,
Sto mi ladi licevo,
Dali sitna rosa podrosuva,
Ili silni dozdovi?'

A Nevena mu veli,
'Stojane, bre stopane,
Nitu sitna rosa podrosuva,
Nitu silni dozdovi,
Mojve solzi po lice ti kapat,
Od selanski nepravdini.

Sinoj ka kaj cesmata,
Selani se zbiraja,
Zbor zborveja, koga ti ke umres,
Dete da mi zadavat,
Mene me grabnat, daleku odnesat,
Za pari me prodadat.'

Translation:

Young Stojan lies sick,
He's sick and will die,
At his head is his young wife,
With a baby boy in her arms,
She weeps, her tears fall on Stojan's face.
Stojan wakes and says softly to her,
'Nevena, my young wife,
What is it that cools my face?
Is it the fine dew falling, or strong rain?'
And Nevena says to him,
'Stojan, it is neither the fine dew falling,
Nor strong rain,
My tears are falling on your face,
Because of the injustices of the villagers.
Last night by the fountain,
The villagers gathered,
They said that when you die,
They will drown my child,
Seize me and carry me far away,
And sell me for money.'