A keresés eredménye

On The Window

On the window, look, there's a pale face
On the cheeks a trail of bitter tears
Why is a girl of only twenty years
Gazing so sadly into the world ?
 
My darling went into the mountains
He fought a fierce battle against fascists
Maybe he's fallen somewhere in blood tonight
While he was defending his people
 
Girl, don't be so sad
Wipe your tears and your eye
Your darling will surely return
When a shooting star falls
 
The proud hero will home
Crowned with glory of glorious victories
And he'll shout and throw his partisan cap in the air
When he steps over your threshold
 

Rising of Primorska

We used to painfully hold within
Our humiliation, our suffering
The cry of revenge we stifled on our lips
We buried it deep inside our hearts
 
But, look, a powerful tempest broke out
Like cobwebs the shackles were torn
The glow of the new day raced again
There to the last of Primorska homes
 
Machine guns sang their song
The air shook with the thunder of cannons
Wide meadows went up in flames
The call of freedom arose in the woods
 
Primorska, you have arisen into new life
With a raised head, stride into new times!
Through the battles, humiliation, victory, suffering
You finally found your real face