Milicu Stojan voleosve što je imao prodaoda bi bogatoj Milicizlatnu haljinu kupio
Stojan plati haljinui ode pravo na kapijuMilica plače, molim tene daj me drugom, Stojane
Bogat neće Stojanai puče puška tananapogodi lepu Milicu
Prostreli srce Stojanu
Majka zakuka, uze haljinuStojana sa njom pokriva i svoju kćerku jedinu
Bog ih sastavi kroz suze majka iz ustizagrli decu voljenuza njima dušu ispusti
Stojan loved Milicaeverything that he has he sold itSo for the rich Milicacould buy a gold dress
Stojan has payed the dressand gone right to the doorwayMilic is crying, Pleasedon't give me to noone else Stojan
the rich one don't want StojanAnd a thin gun fired,It hit the beautiful Milica
pierced the heart of Stojan
the mother has wailed, and took the dressStojana covers with it (the dress) her only daughter
God brought them together through the tears of the motherhug the loved childrenAnd wanted to die for them