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Slovenska - Balasevic

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Uploaded on Jul 18, 2010

Prevod na engleski:
Slavic

Carried by a breath of dream, a black pigeon landed on my palm.
Why, as if it knows, but I greeted that morning tired.
As if I had also flown with him, with heavy, lead wings
and saw the world hidden behind the golden clouds.

If I die young, plant only rosemary on my grave.
Dont let them turn it into a sad third act.
Dont let them give speeches, let them weave laurels for someone else,
if I die young, stopped in a pace and dream.

Oh, hold me now, tight, the best you can
and dont let the black bird take me.

Oh no, dont worry, it will be over in a minute,
Im just a bit crazy and in love.

A far North leads a lonely life in my veins
and I sometimes dont know whats wrong with it

Why is it ranting, making sorrow out of happiness
my common Slavic soul.

I get scared when million candles light up the sky.
Wheres the end of it? For whom have they dug such a deep well?
Why does it all happen, does a man solve anything
or are we here just to balance the stars?

Oh, hold me now, tight, the best you can
and dont let the black bird take me.

Oh no, dont worry, it will be over in a minute,
Im just a bit crazy and in love.

A far North leads a lonely life in my veins
and I sometimes dont know whats wrong with it

Why is it ranting, making sorrow out of happiness
my common Slavic soul.

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