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Our Lidija Is In The Army

Late at night I sit at the table
Through the window I only see myself
Oh my, how happy I'd be
If in the glass I saw you as well
 
Yesterday I sent you a package
Things that you wanted
Three pairs of olive brown nylon stockings with a stripe
And some wine to make you sing
 
Our beloved Lidija
You've been in the army for a long time
Even though Kikinda* is far away
You are in our hearts
 
But if you'll ever get upset
While standing on your watch
Just shout out with joy
Jodldodidi! Die, you lizards!
 
Back home, everyone is sending their regards to you
Father, mother, godfather Vinko
Reverend priest, sister and the pigs
We all sleep soundly now
Because we know you're protecting us
 
Sadly, I have to finish now
The roosters have started singing
Hang in there, everything will be alright
Your fiancé, Fredi
 

Rusty Trumpets

One nostalgic evening
Franc and Liza
Were dancing on the trapeze
In the circus Quala-bla-dala
 
Franc forgot Liza
Somewhere high in the air
He saw her eyes
On the floor of Quala-bla-dala
 
He wanted elephants to fly
And wake her, and wake her
Rusty trumpets with their music
To wake her, to wake her
 
Giraffes, monkeys and tigers
Are sad, as are African lions
Franc listened to trumpets
And tore up circus posters
 
Franc forgot Liza
Somewhere high in the air
He saw her eyes
On the floor of Quala-bla-dala
 
He wanted elephants to fly
And wake her, and wake her
Rusty trumpets with their music
To wake her, to wake her
 
Rusty trumpets
Rusty trumpets
Rusty trumpets with their music
To wake her, to wake her