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Is this your justice, world?

I can't rely my wealth or assets
I have no hope for today nor tomorrow
I will be buried in grave soon too
 
Is this your justice, world?
You have given neither love nor wealth
World, you are the bad one
World, the killer of the good ones
 
Is this your justice, world?
You have given neither love nor wealth
World, you are the bad one
World, the killer of the good ones
 
So many people have gone through your door
Is there anyone who came out happy
Some are poor and some left before tomorrow
 
Is this your justice, world?
You have given neither love nor wealth
World, you are the bad one
World, the killer of the good ones
 
Is this your justice, world?
You have given neither love nor wealth
World, you are the bad one
World, the killer of the good ones
 
Some wander on a mountain like crazy
Some work like there ain't no tomorrow
Some are broke, some add more to millions
 
Is this your justice, world?
You have given neither love nor wealth
World, you are the bad one
World, the killer of the good ones
 
Is this your justice, world?
You have given neither love nor wealth
World, you are the bad one
World, the killer of the good ones
World, the killer of the good ones
 

Diary of bitter oranges

Even if he shouts 'I like you' with his heart
He still can't say it with the mouth
He put down a small umbrella
Ah, that day there was rain
On the rain path there were
White and dim bitter orange blossoms
 
'Let's be happy' he said
With a little nod
My chest was full
 
Even the memories of kisses
Are a shadow that leaves without leaving me
I reflected upon the sleeves of my unlined kimono
Ah, that night there was fog
On the fog path there were
Crying and falling bitter orange blossoms
 
That's how I could bid him farewell
But he cast his eyes down with sadness
After that, like making a decision
He faded in the middle of the fog
Goodbye first love
It was a night when bitter orange blossoms fell
 
Even if the orange seeds ripen
The man who left won't come back
In my young lady chest I'm depressed
Ah, the wind passes by
On the wind path now there are
Distant bitter orange blossoms
 
When the autumn arrives
On the bitter oranges will ripen
Many yellow seeds
Even today
I walk this path alone
Surely he'll come back
I have aa hunch
 

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We are planting corn

We are planting corn
We will make chicha when we're done
We will make purple chicha
We will splatter it well
 
We are planting corn
We will make chicha when we're done
We will make purple chicha
We will splatter it well
 
What corn do you need?
(We want white corn)
I have yellow corn
(We want sweet corn)
 
What corn do you need?
(We want white corn)
I have yellow corn
(We want sweet corn)
 
We are planting corn
We will make chicha when we're done
We will make purple chicha
We will splatter it well
 
What corn do you need?
(We want white corn)
I have yellow corn
(We want sweet corn)
 
What corn do you need?
(We want white corn)
I have yellow corn
(We want sweet corn)
 

Prava ljubav

Zelis ljubav u komade,
i to zelis previse lako.
Izgleda da si zalutao u vremenu,
rekavsi da ne zelis buducnost.
 
A ja sanjam, i zelim te neprestano.
Otisao si,ne znam gde si.
Gde si moja ljubavi,gde?
U kom nepoznatom svetu lutas?
 
Refren 2x
Zar se neces vratiti meni?
Zar neces da gledas kako letim?
Letecu sa jednim krilom,
sa drugim cu otici.
 
Otici cu, da me vidis kako letim.
da me vidis kako, da me vidis kako, kako letim, kako letim...
 
Zelim pravu ljubav,
koja se ne moze meriti recima.
Srecu nikada
nije lako dobiti.
 
Nadam se da ces mi se jednom vratiti.
Otisao si i samo mene uplasio.
Zasto bezis moja ljubavi, zasto?
Zar neces da se vratis bar na trenutak i nasmesis mi se?
 
Refren 2x
 
Otici cu, otici cu,
da me vidis kako letim,
tako da bude poput bajke,
sa ljubavlju koja ne umire.
Otici cu, otici cu,
da me ponovo vidis kako letim,
sa ljubavlju koja ne umire.
 

My song

Although I was born crying, I grew up singing,
Today I still live singing
Although my hair starts to cover with frost,
There will never be any frost in my soul
 
I live singing, my people
Has said to me 'Sing!' and has given me a pencil,
They have said: 'Praise the great homeland,
That has made you a man and a singer'
 
Although I was born crying, I grew up singing,
Today I still live singing
Without singing my soul can't live
On my land, beautiful as a song