Slovenska [English translation]

Carried on the air of dream, black dove landed on my palm. Why, as if it knew I awaitied that morning weary.

As if I've been flying with it on a leaden, weighty wings, and seen the world hidden behind clouds of gold.

If I die/perish young, plant only rosemary on the grave of mine. Then, do not let them turn it into some sombre third act. I wish for none of their speeches, their laurels can be pleated for someone else, If I perish young, brought to a halt in my stride and dream.

Oh, embrace me now, forcefully and the best way you know how, do not allow black bird to sweep me away

Oh, do not fret, it will be over in a moment, im just a little bit delierious and in love.

Within my veins, ancient north is all alone, sometimes Im not sure what its playing at

Oh, why is it galavanting, weaving sorrow out of joy, this simple Slavic soul of mine

The shine of million lighted candles in the night sky alarms me. Where it all ends? For whom has such a deep well been dug up for? What is the reason everything happens for, is anything solved by a man, or we're just here to ensure balance within the stars.

Oh, embrace me now, forcefully and the best way you know how, do not allow black bird to sweep me away

Oh, do not fret, it will be over in a moment, im just a little bit delierious and in love.

Within my veins, ancient north is all alone, sometimes Im not sure what its playing at

Oh, why is it galavanting, weaving sorrow out of joy, this simple Slavic soul of mine

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Balade