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  • ajoj ova pesma me uvek moze radplakati u svakom momentu i situaciji...odmah se setim mog brata koji izgubio zenu u saobracajki a cerkica s nejlepsim plavim ocima ostala bez majke sa 2 god...secace ce se samo dobre senke iznad kolevke....

  • je*em ti zivot....

  • 4:49

  • o kakvim drzavama pricas? o kakvim odbranama? od koga, od cega? o kakvim pogibijama pod moranjem pricas?

  • @malidaddyy Velikosrpska agresija na svih nersrbskih naroda bivse Jugoslavije. Zalosno, imao sam velike snove o Jugoslaviji.

  • can someone tell me the meaning of this song... 'cause i like it so much!!

    

  • @BLEDI24 This song is an antiwar song about a father who doesn't want his son to go to the army. It was written after about a decade of bloody war in former Yugoslavia. Here is translation, (although some of the meanings might be a little localy specific)

    my son...

    you vaguely remember your mother...

    good shadow over your cradle,

    you started remembering too late

    I listen for the rattle of angels wings

    will I manage to find her?

  • Oh, Don't mind me... I moved our home like gypsies camp babbles smell of wine I gave away all of her things every holiday passed in silence I could not have escaped myself everything stopped, just life passed My son, her blue eyes The day have come to for you join the army Strange saints are celebrated here Hey, my son, how can I let you go you are all I have left from her where are you going with those thick eyebrows Life doesn't know when to quit
  • Listen to them they lie down with the battle cries They sing to the glory of the knives First they sing than they run away The time have gone from bad to worse it gave wings to those that are the worst my son... daddy will buy you a bagpipe tambura (traditional cordial instrument) with pearly parts he will gather girls in front of your house let the dust rise off the road when the army of skirts march
  • everything stopped, just life passed

    My son, her blue eyes

    The day have come for you to join the army

    madmen celebrate

    My son they're all bunch of thugs

    I won't let go of my handful of forget-me-not flowers

    you little rascal you, hold on to your old man

    you're not built for this misery

  • Youtube obviously massacred my translation, if you want a normal version PM me

  • prelepa pesma... svaka cast..

  • Desetka za klip. Ne znas sta vise nagoni suze. Slike ili reci.

  • Predivna...

  • I od mene sve pohvale za dobro napravljen video.

  • Đoleta je suvišno hvalit, ali pohvale za dobro napravljen video, kad vec nitko nije pohvalio.

  • bogovski

    

  • nema šta...savršeno

  • Vreme je najbolji DJ. I on če sigurno Đoleta vjekovima vrteti...

  • @FilipMarkovski  Прелепо речено. Хвала ти!

  • @corbagm Hvala i tebi na podržci, brate Sloven! Krv nije voda...

  • ova pjesma ce da zivi zauvjek,a ne ko ova grand sranja(bude pa prodje),pjesma ce zivjeti ali legenda Djole nazalost nece,the best

  • vrh

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