A keresés eredménye

I'm leaving

Mother, let the horses go
May the run in a field
I won't be tying them to a wagon
Let them do what they want
It's all the same to me now
No one will be driving them anywhere
 
Give it to the tamburitza players, if they're still around
Let there be rakia in the shot glasses
Say hello to Stipe and just tell him
That I regret that we haven't spoken in years
 
I am leaving, but I won't today
Today I open the gate wide
Let the people come and let the songs sound
In this, our empty courtyard.
 
I am leaving, but I didn't want to
I know that my heart will break tomorrow
I wouldn't, mother, but I won't and I can't
Pray to anyone for anything other than to God.
 
Let the grass grow in the old meadow
For the cow the hay is harvested
And this grain isn't as it was before
Not as golden as it used to be.
 
Give it to the tamburitza players, if they're still around
Let there be rakia in the shot glasses
Say hello to Stipe and just tell him
That I regret that we haven't spoken in years
 
I am leaving, but I won't today
Today I open the gate wide
Let the people come and let the songs sound
In this, our empty courtyard.
 
I am leaving, but I didn't want to
I know that my heart will break tomorrow
I wouldn't, mother, but I won't and I can't
Pray to anyone for anything other than to God.
I wouldn't, mother, but I won't and I can't
Pray to anyone for anything other than to God.
 

Marching forward

Young ladies from Zagreb came out running, running
 
Marching forward
Young Croat underneath the state flag
battle's s here to fight it, Croatian flag is waving
for freedom and for home, Croatian home
 
They came out running, and then they laughed
 
Dear Lord, dear Lord, how many handsome guys!
 
How well their mother raised them
 
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