Slovenska [English translation]

Carried with a breath of dream a black pigeon landed on my palm

Why, who would know, but that morning I waited tired

Like I flew with him, with heavy wings. filled with lead,

and saw the world hidden behind golden clouds

If I die young, plant only a rosemary on my grave.

Don`t let them made out of it a sad third scene

Don`t let them give me a speech, let them neat laurels to someone else

If I die young, stopped in my step and my dream.

Oh hug me now, strong, best you can

And don`t give me away to a black bird

Oh no, don`t worry, it will be over fast

I am only a little bit crazy and in love

Ancient north is alone in my veins

And sometimes I don`t know whats wrong with him

Why is he acting crazy, from happiness he neats sorrow

My simple Slavic soul.

A million candles glow lighted on sky frightens me

Where is it all end? For whom they barrow such deep well?

Why does it all happened, can man solve anything,

Or are we her only for the balance between the stars?

Oh hug me now, strong, best you can

And don`t give me away to that black bird

Oh no, don`t worry, it will be over fast

I am only a little bit crazy and in love

Long ago north is alone in my veins

And sometimes I don`t know whats wrong with him

Why is he acting crazy, from happiness he neats sorrow

My simple Slavic soul.

• Artist:Đorđe Balašević
• Album:Balade