В село се моми събират,Та на ягоди да идат.Кой с брата, кой с братовчед,Да с Калина няма никого.
Майка Калина не пуща,Седи, Калино, не ходи.Калина майка не слуша,Стана, Калина отиде.
До пладне ягоди брале,След пладне хоро играле.Стоян с свирка свиреше,Свирка му, свири, говори.
Из друм се нящо чернееТатариш черни кервани.Те сакали да хванали,Та я у дома завели.
Деня я печат на слънце,Ноща я печат на връшник,Калина бяла, та бяла,И на бузите алена.
Girls are gathering in the village,To go to pick strawberries.Some with brothers, some with cousins,But with Kalina, there's no one to go.
Mother doesn't let Kalina go,"Sit, Kalina, and stay!"But Kalina doesn't listen to her mother,Kalina stood, and she left.
Until the noon, they picked strawberries,After the noon they danced in a circle.Stoyan was playing in his whistle,And his whistle was playing and speaking.
Something black appears in the distance,These are black Tatar caravans on the road.They wanted her, so they seized her,And they took her to their home.
On days they cooked her on the sun,On nights they cooked her in a pan.Kalina was white, so white,And ruddy on her cheeks.