Set down, set down clear sun, set down in the dark
and you clear oh, moon, run and drown yourself.

Sorrow forest, sorrow my sister, let us sorrow together
you for your leaves, forest, my sister, me i will sorrow for my youth.

Your leaves, forest, my sister, will return again.
My youth, forest, my sister, will never come back

Zafir Hadzimanov