| At the foot of the mountains and the eagle's wings he drank the stream from the spring
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| The waters flowed, and the deer would say the paradise of little Milan
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| The fire from the hearth warmed the five shadows from the walls
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| And on the wall, Red Star, White Button and Saint Nicholas
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| Next to the barn house
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| In the barn the shadow under the shadows of the little one
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| The sister was well married
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| And my brother's company started
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| But the father was gloomy on the day of the Archangel Gabriel
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| He spoke solemnly in the words of his ancestors
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| My grandfather was chased by the Turks, and yours by Austria
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| I escaped from the Ustasha knife, I have been sitting ever since
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| It is time again to defend Serbia with a rifle
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| Stand up, kids
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| Fazila was a soft silk real fairy, only without wings
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| Her grandmother traded in leather from Visoko to Goražde
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| There are always smiles, baklava and a full casserole in the house
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| She had four brothers, four deer
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| But the mother shed tears on the first day of Eid
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| Babo spoke calmly, like an old pilgrim
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| Children must be defended by Bosnia, our only one
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| He then stared at his brother
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| No doubt the war begins
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| It was night and there was a cold set skillful ambush
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| The action was led by four brothers, four deer
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| The howls echoed through the gorges, the blood spilled over the rivers
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| A couple of guys were caught alive
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| Alive and brother Milan
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| The counter-offensive as it happens was fierce
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| The Serbian army was led personally by Colonel Slavko Lisica
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| The night turned upside down, there was no more dawn
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| Milan was wandering around the ruined bazaar
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| Looking for a brother born
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| But instead of her brother, a beautiful Fazila stood under the lilacs
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| You go with me now, the rules are clear
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| Your brothers are holding my brother
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| An exchange follows
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| Nothing will happen to you if you are smart
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| But love often strikes where it shouldn't
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| And when one least hopes for her
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| And when love strikes passionately, misfortune comes
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| And in the flames everything usually suffers
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| She sat in the corner for five days, like five hundred years
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| Five nights out of fear of five mornings without touching
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| On the sixth day, a mad beast woke up in them
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| On the sixth day, like a dream, love was born
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| A light touch of the lips is a fucking fate
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| Did the little Turkish woman drink your brain?
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| Doesn't Serbianness and Saint Nicholas mean anything to you?
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| Should your brother be impaled, relatives said
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| Don't you know it's a war, you'll live
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| She stays with me, fuck you all
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| And in vain did the news come that the exchange was ready
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| Grandma sent money in vain
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| Come back to us alone
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| Mine is the last one here, I'm not leaving Milan
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| Because love strikes often where it shouldn’t
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| And when one least hopes for her
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| And when love strikes passionately, misfortune comes
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| And in the flames everything usually suffers
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| They did not come out of their little lair until the winter
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| Cursed be Milan and Fazila from both God and the people
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| They say that they were warmed by some devilish fiery love
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| They say that hot love set the house on fire one night
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| A terrible flame was burning above the Bosnian mountains
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| And the military claims the bodies were nowhere to be found
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| Some grandmothers saw them flying like angels
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| They were received by America, a Reuters journalist reported
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| But he did not know exactly who was granted asylum
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| Milan and Fazil or 'Milan and Fazil
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| Because love strikes often where it shouldn’t
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| And when one least hopes for her
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| And when love strikes passionately, misfortune comes
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| And in the flames everything usually suffers
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| At the foot of the mountains and the eagle's wings he drank the stream from the spring |