Izgubilo Dance srmali kolance srmali kolance, svileno maramce Koj mi uze, nano, srmali kolance srmali kolance, more, svileno maramce Kako kolan, da bog da se svije Oko mene, lele, da se svije Otud ide momce, teske kletve cuje Teske kletve cuje, okom namiguje Ajde mori Dance, batali kolance Batali kolance, svileno maramce Bolje da se svije moja nezna ruka Moja nezna ruka, more, oko tvoga struka Tako kolan da bog da se svije Oko mene, lele, da se svije
Danche lost her little silver braided belt, Her silver belt and silk handkerchief "Who took my little silver belt, dear, My belt and my silk handkerchief? Like a belt, God willing, may it wind, Around me may it curve." Then a young man comes along, he hears the terrible curse, He hears the terrible curse, and he winks "Come on Danche, forget the belt, The little silver belt and the silk handkerchief. Better that my gentle arm, my gentle arm Wind around your waist, So, like a belt I'll wind, And curve around you."