I'm surprised that the first photo in this video is of the man known as grandpa Dobri, the saint of Baylovo the man famous for his selfless lifestyle giving everything he ever owned to churches and monasteries and still raising money for them despite living in very poor conditions himself even in his age of 103 years.
I'm surprised that the first photo in this video is of the man known as grandpa Dobri, the saint of Baylovo the man famous for his selfless lifestyle giving everything he ever owned to churches and monasteries and still raising money for them despite living in very poor conditions himself even in his age of 103 years.
It's a real oldie but... it's what comes to mind when I hear the term Folk Song.
One of the most emotionally charged Bulgarian songs (skip to 1:52 if you want to get straight to the song)
It's beautiful! I had to look up the translation.
Jovano, Jovanke,
You sit by the Vardar, bleaching your white linen,
Bleaching your white linen, my dear,
Looking at the hills.
Jovano, Jovanke,
I'm waiting for you,
To come to my home,
And you don't come, my dear,
My heart, Jovano.
Jovano, Jovanke,
Your mother, doesn't let you,
(to)come with me, my dear,
My heart, Jovano.
I'm glad you like it, this song is one of my favorites and always affects me when I listen to it.
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I love the way my Grandpa plays the mountain dulcimer.
