What they're singing about
Beautiful Boya, lovely as a white rose, was sitting on a bench in the barn. There was a knock on the door and she rose to answer it. "We're not strangers," they called, "we are your people!" So she opened the door, and they stole her away.
"Oh beautiful girl, you have eyes like black cherries, let me gaze into them."
"Oh young man, you fool, in the field you can see black cherries and gaze at them as much as you wish!"
"Oh beautiful girl, you have the whitest face, let me look at it."
"Oh, young man, you fool, go to the Pirin Mountains and look at the white snow as much as you wish!"
"Oh beautiful girl, your waist is as slender as a poplar tree, let me embrace it."
"O young man, you fool, go down to the orchard, there you can embrace as many poplar trees as you wish!"