Dragana I Slavei

Dragana sits in the garden, my darling, darling
Garden under the white rose, my darling, darling
Embroidered scarf, singing a song, my darling, darling
Above her, the nightingale speaks, my darling, darling
"Sing, let's sing together, my darling, darling
If you sing to me, my darling, darling
You'll clip my wings, my darling, darling
If I sing to you, my darling, darling
I'll clip your hair, my darling, darling

Dragana sings to the nightingale, my darling, darling
The nightingale sadly prays, my darling, darling
"Clip my leg, my darling, darling
Don't clip my wings, my darling, darling
Tiny birds chirp around, my darling, darling
The nightingale will, little bird will, my darling, darling
Cut something for you, my darling, darling
I've had enough of praise, my darling, darling
I've already sung to the nightingale, my darling, darling