Community Jukebox - What are you listening to?
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- Music
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- ratna
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Bloody moon top Kosara,
Serbian tombs hid him,
In one echo, the darkness drowns
And the sobs of a mountain fairy.
The forest speaks with the death slave:
Come back, dear brothers,
Doesn't the male rs rebuke you?
your sister's villa?
Her dogs cut off her curls,
A hateful chase ensued,
But don't let the girl dawn,
Nagorkin is our mother.
But the crusaders of this guard
And the testament of the knights,
Their heroic wounds are soothed
An old song from Kosovo.
He complains softly and sings,
Unfamiliar with shackles,
Like a Kosovar, once, a virgin,
He calls the dead brothers with a song.
Come back falcons,
Come back to me here,
Great-grandparents are asking us,
To drive out the enemies.
Rise up giant heroes,
You must not rest yet,
The yoke needs to be thrown off
And to die again.
There is no one to defend Kosmet,
her bones are rotten,
rise up sung,
and may God forgive them.
The dead walk the world,
And they weren't even alive,
Come on, brothers, get up, bro,
You're chasing the gray falcons!
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My song.Wherever you are my brother, you will always remain in my heart forever. Your brother loves you.
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