The whole world thinks I'm a vagabond, a loafer
Singing
1. The whole world considers me a wanderer, a day-sleeper, ; Yet the lily of the valley does not wither at my hat, ; Stop, dog world, take your mouth off me, ; I am going to the battle, someone else will hold my baby. ; ; 2. When I dressed in gray, I began to worry, ; Who will be my traveling companion, if I have to go to the battlefield. ; Then my good friend will be my traveling companion, ; Who will dig my grave at the foot of the Dobërdó hill.