| Whatever I sing tonight
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| He will pull on the sevdalinka
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| I fell asleep to the shepherdess
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| Crying in the plum tree
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| Thunder strikes, haymaking
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| Her flock was scattered
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| Smoke entangled in the curl
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| He said his name was Bosnia
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| Strange name for a girl?
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| For some, the Drina flows to the right
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| For some, the Drina flows to the left
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| Everything to flow in depth
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| To cut the world in two fields
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| I know the secret draft, my lane
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| The bridge stretches where I stop
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| Everything to be pulled by horses and crows
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| There is no one side to me while you are on the other side
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| This old compass remains in his chest
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| And a ban grew in the field
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| Nesting black shadows
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| In humans, they overwhelm me like ravens
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| I used to travel by the moon
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| Through a vilayet full of bandits
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| And now my eyes are human
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| They scare more than wolves
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| They are friends a hundred times
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| Mentioned in prayer
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| Will I be happy?
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| Or turn your head?
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| What to lie about? |
| What castes them?
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| You can't save the world with a song
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| Her worries worry me tonight
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| As I prepare to travel home, to a foreign land…
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| We were scattered around the world like necklaces
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| They carried us across the sky carpets
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| Were those really better days
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| Or were we better?
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| We used to be brothers in looks
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| Guessing we're dreaming the same thing
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| And it was easy for God
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| Whether we are baptized or worshiped |