A keresés eredménye

Босния моя, яблоня в цвету

Я смотрю на Фрушку Гору с Салаша,
И на поля Воеводины хлебородные

Two Eagles

I have taught eagles how to fly
I raised sons like flowers
I built a nest
I was proud
and they went into the world
 
They are building another nest now I know..
And I'm growing old alone
 
Chorus
Two sons, two eagles
Two wounds, double the pain
My two tiers
 
I am waiting for them to fly to me
That they remember their father
That we fly together like before
 
Over the Drina into the blue distances
They flew and I did too
I gave them wings and I'm not sorry
I am proud of my two eagles
 
They feel sorry because I'm growing old alone
I know that
 
Chorus
Let luck follow always follow the
Because life is sweet and sour
Eagles always
Return to their nests
My Sons are my whole world
 
I always look at them
Knowing that they will come
 
Chorus 2x