Heroji ne plaču [English translation]

What will be left of me

When I touch destiny with my lips?

Only sad songs, someone else's wife

Will say my name in a whisper

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Heroes don't cry

Even when they're losing, they're winning

Heroes don't beg

They grit their teeth and overcome

What is left of a man

When destiny knocks on the door?

The smell of a faraway morning, the dream of a better tomorrow

Memories, just a handful of ashes

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• Artist:Miroslav Škoro