A Cappella singing at Split, Croatia

[MANDARINOish]

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[MrCrinolina]

When I was at your grave (Croatian traditional) When I was at your grave It scents the smell of bouquet of basil And methinks the voice: „What is doing my Smiljka" Your poor Smiljka, I'll bring her on your grave When she makes to stand on her own feet So she can tell you: „Mother, Mother When we come on your grave Me and my dear child, Our painful hearts will moan: „Here lies our only treasure

[aphorismatic33]

MrCrinolina,

That is a wonderful translation. Sad and beautiful at the same time. Thank you, so very much, for the insight these words give to the melody.

[aphorismatic33]

Remarkable sound, thanks for sharing. The third guy from the left looks like the second from the left in my vid capture (glasses pushed up on head). What we need, of course, is some good Croatian translator to explain these songs. The type or mood, if not the exact words. Anybody?

[MrCrinolina]

When I was at your grave (Croatian traditional) When I was at your grave It scents the smell of bouquet of basil And methinks the voice: „What is doing my Smiljka Your poor Smiljka, I'll bring her on your grave When she makes to stand on her own feet So she can tell you: „Mother, Mother When we come on your grave Me and my dear child, Our painful hearts will moan: „Here lies our only treasure

[amarinesgirl709]

amazing sound I love it!!