Grandista Came Tumbling Down

In Grandista, three young maidens

Were gathering chamomile.

They heard some thunderclaps

Before the sun had set.

On the ridge of Eleo lightning flashed,

In Strebreno it thundered,

In Zelenich rain was falling,

And Gurlo could not contain it.

The rain grew stronger,

The rocks began to roll,

The torrent swelled and raged,

Flooding all the fields.

They climbed upon a hillside,

Trying to save themselves,

But the mountainside collapsed upon them,

And they could not escape.

“Spare me, Grandista,

I have a husband who loves me—

He loves me faithfully;

The poor man will mourn me.”

“Spare me too, I beg you,

For they will search for me.

I have a sister and a brother—

They will mourn for me.”

And the third one also cried,

When she saw the mountain rolling down:

“I have a mother all alone—

She will mourn for me.”

And the mountain answered

Without any doubt—

It lashed them with heavy rain

Without the slightest remorse.

The husband mourns for a year,

The siblings for three years—

But your mother

Will mourn you forever.