They are tinning the church of the leker

1. They are tinning the church of the deceased, ; Six pretty little girls are carrying the tin, ; Six pretty little girls to six handsome dark-haired young men, ; Each to her lover. ; ; 2. A black cloud is coming from the direction of Léva, ; Hurry, little girl, because the rain is coming, ; I don't mind if the sky falls on me, ; The good God will take care of me even then. ; ; 3. My mother, I would like to say something, ; Untie the hem of my little skirt, ; Look at what hurts my heart, ; They have stolen my lover from me.