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Stop the Earth

One, two, three...
Some people scream: hey, communist,
Others yell: anarchist,
Some cry: hey, read The Struggle*
Others scream: read Mladina**
Some shout: hey, listen to Brena***
The others roar: arrest Bora****.
So who should I listen to
in these awful times?
 
Stop the Earth, I'm getting off,
I'm not up to anything, I'm leaving.
Stop the Earth, I'm getting off,
I'm not up to anything, I'm leaving,
really, I'm leaving.
 
But who are we, folks,
to be saying this to you.
I know one thing, though,
the same blood is flowing through us all.
 

Maybe next year

If you ever want to be able to understand me
you have to walk in my shoes
worn too long, mud encrusted
they're not tailored for soft steps
 
If you ever want to be able to keep me
you need to have the key to my heart
wounded a hundred times, broken a hundred times
and hidden behind seven padlocks
 
Chorus
Maybe next year
I'll change everything
one time until next year
I'll fall in love with you
 
If you ever want to be able to fall in love with me
you have to see with my eyes
so you don't recoil, so you don't run away
when you reveal everything under the veils
 
Chorus 2x
 

New shoes

For the first time in my life
when I've lost a girlfriend
for the first time in my life
I've cried more than ever
 
Chorus
I've put on my new shoes
ran out on the street
streets of Dubrava are calling me
break in those damn shoes
 
Streets of Dubrava are calling me
clench your teeth and don't cry
 
You can do it, you're stronger
(2x)
 
For the first time in my life
when I've really started working
for the first time in my life
when I didn't know where and when
 
Chorus
 
You can do it, you're stronger
(2x)
 
For the first time in my life
when I've really started working
for the first time in my life
when I didn't know where and when
 
Chorus
 
You can do it, you're stronger
(2x)
 

Ninety

Because ninety [year]*
Is just slowly passing away,
Down below my window
United divisions are singing.
Peonies* are blooming,
But it smells like blood.
God, forgive them,
They probably don't know what are they doing...
 
Because ninety [year]*
Is just slowly passing away,
Down below my window
Red dianthuses* leave (they go away)
From here, to Bleiburg*,
Way of the Cross* and heavy steps.
Oh God, forgive them,
They probably don't know what are they doing...
 
Nine-nine-ninety*,
Is just slowly passing away,
Down below my window
United divisions are singing.
 
Nine-nine-ninety*...
Nine-nine-ninety...
Nine-nine-ninety...
 
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