Local Murder Stories (What Happened in Pëlísë in Kiskolony)
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What happened in the small colony of Pëlísé, ; Thus a little girl was killed by the most cunning. ; A bullet pierced her heart, ; She fell into the arms of her lover. ; ; When this girl's friends heard, ; They mourned the dead body of poor Vërus. ; Sad news, they told her good mother, ; – They shot her daughter, Vëruska. ; ; – Dear Jankó, didn't your heart hurt, ; When you shot that girl from the colony? ; – Of course it didn't hurt, it just hadn't split yet, ; When she said: – Oh my God, I'm dying. ; ; Girls, girls dressed in white, ; Accompany Vëron to the cemetery. ; Nine winds are pulling the great bell, ; Now they are weeping for the faded flower.