Snoshti Te Prativ

Macedonian

Last night, daughter, I sent you to
fetch water.  Who broke the water
jars?  

It was dark, mama, and there was a
crowd there at the well, and I
couldn't see, but … maybe it was
my sweetheart.  Oh, mama, let me
marry him.

Daughter, you must wait for your
father's permission to marry.

Papa's gone away and he may be
away a long time and I don't care if
he's angry that I didn't get his
permission.   Oh mama, let me
marry my sweetheart.  If you don't,
I'll run away with him.