Sako rat'i pre blackica dikhav,                        Every evening, I look out the window,
A pre tute, mamo, duminav.                           And I think about you, Mother.
Ola romna, ola lubna mard'om, mard'om,        I beat up that gypsy woman, that bitch,
Hoj tut, mamo mamo, na šund'om.                 because I didn't listen to you, Mother.

Andre basa, corikanes bešav,                        And now I sit in a cell, a fool (adverbial),
A pre tute, mamo, duminav.                          And I think about you, Mother.

Ola romna, ola lubna mard'om, mard'om,      I beat up that gypsy woman, that bitch,
Hoj tut, mamo mamo, na šund'om.                because, I didn't listen to you, Mother.