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Ćao lepa

Probudio sam se jednog jutra
o lepa ćao,lepa ćao,lepa ćao,ćao,ćao,
probudio sam se jednog jutra
i okupator beše tu.
 
U partizane,ja moram otići
O lepa ćao...
u partizane,ja moram otići
osećam da ću umreti.
 
A ako umrem kao partizan
o lepa ćao...
a ako umrem kao partizan
ti me moraš sahraniti.
 
Sahrani me gore u planinama,
o lepa ćao...
sahrani me gore u planinama
u hladu jednog lepog cveta.
 
A svi ljudi koji tuda prođu,
o lepa ćao...
a svi ljudi koji tuda prođu
reći će ''o kakav divan cvet!''
 
I ovo je cvet partizana
o lepa ćao...
koji je umro za slobodu
i ovo je cvet partizana
koji je umro za slobodu.
 
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Humble

How can I be humble?
I get five in one evening, came and took them
People point, look at me, say 'oh my'
Your lady is mega boring, mine is naughty
Sorry it was accidental
 
It's so cold it starts snowing
Don't talk about the fucking struggle, boy I lived there
Are there any more rappers in need of a wedgie?
Someone needs to teach you to motherfucking enjoy
Crybabies
 
I heard there is wine here
I'm gonna let out this demon I live with
High five, want a fist bump if you're new here?
I don't want to bother listening to a text, send an e-mail
 
So hot it starts erupting
I see rappers in the crowd taking notes
I saw that your girlfriend was fucking staring
She'll go home to spy on Instagram in secret
She wants to try
 
Humble
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Humble?
 
It annoys like how my phone won't stop vibrating, man
You get me? So hungry they want another bite, man
I just took my temperature, I have a fever, man
I seriously don't [remember] when I last got to chill
 
It annoys like how my phone won't stop vibrating, man
You get me? So hungry they want another bite, man
I just took my temperature, I have a fever, man
I seriously don't [remember] when I last got to chill
 
Oh my
I'm trying my best to be humble
While they try on my shoe size
They try to walk in my footsteps but come up to the mountain and see that it's impossible*, yeah
 
Oh my
I'm trying my best to be humble
While they try on my shoe size
They try to walk in my footsteps but come up to the mountain and see that it's impossible, yeah
 
Humble
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Humble?
 
Hey!
Humble
Yeah, how can I be humble?
Yeah, how can I be humble?
How can I be humble?
Humble?
 
Oh my
I'm trying my best to be humble
While they try on my shoe size
They try to walk in my footsteps but come up to the mountain and see that it's impossible, yeah
 
Oh my
I'm trying my best to be humble
While they try on my shoe size
They try to walk in my footsteps but come up to the mountain and see that it's impossible, yeah
 
(poetic)

It Was the Last Thing

Is not happiness in this world
nothing more than to love, nothing more than to smoke?
Do you not have a deep instinct
to love yourself, to love yourself?
 
Do not leave without love.
In the street, it will be daytime.
I was wrong very often, I know it.
Will you ever forgive me
if I hurt you?
It was the last thing I wanted.
 
I only have tears to defend myself
in your eyes—in your eyes.
I could have loved you better
and made you happier—happier.
 
Do not leave without love.
In the street, it will be daytime.
I was wrong very often, I know it.
Will you ever forgive me
if I hurt you?
It was the last thing I wanted.
 
You are going to forget our story
for a long time—for a very long time.
But time can remember nothing
forever—forever.
 
Do not leave—do not leave.
In the street, it will be daytime.
My love, if you ever left,
I would suffer far too much—
but if you forgive me—
that would be the most beautiful thing that could happen to me
That would be the most beautiful thing that could happen to me.
That would be the most beautiful thing that could happen to me.
 
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Word came today

Word came today:
my friend´s on his way,
and I´m going, mother, to Vigo.
 
Today came the tidings:
my friend is arriving,
and I´m going, mother, to Vigo.
 
My friend´s on his way
and is alive and well,
and I´m going, mother, to Vigo.
 
My friend is arriving
and is well and alive,
and I´m going, mother, to Vigo.
 
He´s alive and well
and is the king´s friend,
and I´m going, mother, to Vigo.
 
He´s well and alive
and is the king´s ally,
and I´m going, mother, to Vigo.
 
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Duet of the separated

The way broke the steppe in half,
And it is obscure where the end of the way is, -
On the way we go on different sides
And cannot cross them.
 
How many winters will this way shed light?
Somebody should risk - decide ...
We have to talk with each other - the crossroad is not far off,
Cross it, in case it never occured to me!
 
The way, the way across the earth -
Across fate with a deep track, -
Many have found themselves a fellow-traveller
Not for long - but not a life companion.
 
Flash through one's mind like a smirking calamity,
Divorced forever - forked ...
Where are the necessary words, who finds them first?
Again I mist the crossing.
 
The river! - was dispatched to us both like a deliverance,
One has only to stretch out the hands ...
But again, again we stand on different flight decks, -
Suggest to us anything!
 
The wind of the Volga, intoxicating and viscous,
Whispers into the souls, only prompting:
There is not much time - hurry and don't wait on the end of the way, -
But who will first risk to get across.