Дарина Хуртовина — Ой у кума кабачок

By the mill a guelder rose, Beyond the mill a river flows. And there I wait for my kum When night begins to show. When night falls, no one sees us there — And kum loves me like his last affair.

Oh, I love to visit kum when I have a minute, For kum has a zucchini almost up to his knees. For kum has tomatoes that won't fit in his hands, I love with kum to pull all sorts of crazy stunts.

When the sun rises in the springtime sky, I slip home quietly, barely passing by, While rumors about kum spread far and wide. Every woman wants his zucchini, Every woman craves those blissful charms, But only my kum is such an agrarian.

Oh, I love to visit kum when I have a minute, For kum has a zucchini almost up to his knees. For kum has tomatoes that won't fit in his hands, I love with kum to pull all sorts of crazy stunts.