Pomnish li, libe Todore

Pomnish li, libe Todore,
koga se dvajca ljubevme,
vo chichovoto gradinche,
pod chichovoto maslinche?

Na edna granka stoevme,
vishni si creshi zobevme,
luta si kletva dadovme,
koj prvin kje se ozheni.

Koj prvin kje se ozheni,
devet godini da lezhi,
devet posteli da skape
i na desetta da stane.

Na slamka da se potpira
i taa teshka da mu e,
od list opinci da nosi
i tie teshki da mu se.

Od leshnik voda da pie
i taa mnogu da mu e,
niz prsten da se izdene
i tia shirok da mu e!

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