Morenika

Morenika, they call me
my skin was pure white
from the fire of the summer sun
I am dark

Morenika
so very beautiful
in your eyes - a burning fire
my heart is all yours

Morenika , they call me
all those who go down to the sea
if again they call me
I will go with them again

Morenika, they call me
son to the ruling king
if he calls me again
I will follow him