Lucija, Lucija,
müva dva se zemeva,
bogativa siva,
na guoloj slami spiva.
Plüg pa brana,
tou je najna rana,
glog pa ščipek,
tou je najni žitek.
A song mocking a single woman who is old enough to be married.
»Lucija, let's get married, we are rich, but we sleep on straw. Plough and harrow are our food, white thorn and wild rose are what we live on.«
müva dva se zemeva,
bogativa siva,
na guoloj slami spiva.
Plüg pa brana,
tou je najna rana,
glog pa ščipek,
tou je najni žitek.
A song mocking a single woman who is old enough to be married.
»Lucija, let's get married, we are rich, but we sleep on straw. Plough and harrow are our food, white thorn and wild rose are what we live on.«