A keresés eredménye

My Peony

My peony, my defiant flower,
My peony, my proud flower,
In your genes there lives the spirit of a warrior,
In the field it smells of victory!
 
Your soul is afraid of nothing, just for spite*
Serbian women have raised thousands of heroes!
Your soul is afraid of nothing, just for spite
Serbian women have raised thousands of heroes!
My peony....
 
My peony, my unhealed wound,
My peony, your soul is immortal,
In your genes there lives the spirit of a warrior,
In the field it smells of victory!
 
Your soul is afraid of nothing, just for spite
Serbian women have raised thousands of heroes!
Your soul is afraid of nothing, just for spite
Serbian women have raised thousands of heroes!
My peony....
 

Cajka

I am Cajka from Novi Sad, aman
On a farm I pick the tulips
I don't let them brag too much
when they get a taste of Cajka
I was born and swear by mother, aman
 
I'm Gara from Novi Pazar, aman
I wear jeans
I rarely fall upon angels
they don't need a heap of cash
money won't corrupt me, aman
 
I am Vela from Novo Selo, aman
I bind sheaves of wheat, I pick the plums
but I don't give away my field
Vela has one strong wish
to live and breathe the countryside, aman
 
I am Nada from Uzica grad, aman
I like the times and I don't worry
when I take off their šajkača
they curse me by mount Zlatibor
because they don't call me their Hope, aman
 
I am Rada, from Pozarevac no doubt, aman
the Branicevski male district
daily curses my name
I am not, my brothers, to blame
just because I was everyone's desire
 
I am Stana, Belgrade's princess, aman
Belgrade's gentlemen would like
to eat of my forbidden fruits
love isn't a priority for Stana
they weigh the scales in vain, aman
 
I am Zorka who has a boyfriend, aman
there's no gold but I'm worthwhile
and it doesn't fade away
there's no treasure but there's
a pure heart inside my chest, aman