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\"Polje_siroko_nebo_visoko\"<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0160ANTI JURE \/ SVETI JURA<\/b>
\nST. GEORGEDobar ve\u010der gospodari, gospodari gospodinje;
\ngospodari, gospodinje i de\u010dica i p\u010delice.Pripjev: Fiole, ro\u017eice, modre i crlene.Je li \u010dujte je li spiste? Podignite rosne glave,
\npodignite rosne glave, nadeljujte \u0161anti Jure.\u0160anti Jure u zelenju, \u017eivi Bo\u017ee u veselju!
\nNa\u0161e glave s cvetjom cvele, va\u0161e du\u0161e v raj dospele!Sveti Jura, vitez jaki, bil je prvi med junaki.
\nKoplje grabi, pred se me\u010de i pozoja stra\u0161no se\u010de.Kad pozoja vumorio, sve devojke otkupio.
\nSve muzike zasvirale, sve devojke zaplesale.When St. George killed the wicked Dragon, all the bands began to play and the young maidens began to dance.<\/p>\n
\n

SRCE OD LJUBAVI<\/b>
\nA HEART MADE OF LOVE<\/p>\n

Fijolica moja, \u010da si povehnula?
\nAl si s poljem gorom ro\u017eice trgala,
\nal si s mladim momkom do tri dana bila?
\nPovi mi divojko, \u010da ti dal prvi dan?
\nPrvi dan mi je dal sto dukat i jedan.
\nPovi mi divojko, \u010da ti dal drugi dan?
\nDrugi dan mi je dal prsten i jabuku.
\nPovi mi divojko, \u010da ti dal tretji dan?
\nTretji dan mi je dal srce od ljubavi.
\nSrce moje s tvojim u ljubavi stoji,
\nono se j’ svezalo s kordunom zelenim.<\/p>\n

What did the young man give you, my little friend?
\nThe first day he gave me a hundred and one ducats.
\nThe second day he gave me a ring and an apple.
\nThe third day he gave me a heart made of love.<\/p>\n

\n

TAM PRI NA\u0160OJ STAROJ MURI<\/b>
\nBY OUR OLD MURA RIVER<\/p>\n

Tam pri na\u0161oj staroj Muri, tam ti nekaj vek \u0161lafuri.
\nPripjev: Hopsa, hupasa, hopa, dija, da!
\nTam pri na\u0161oj staroj Muri, brodar ognja rano kuri.
\nOber Mure pivak le\u010de, stari melin pak klepe\u010de.
\nKaj je v Muri, naj bo va\u0161e, kaj na bregu, naj bo na\u0161e!
\nTam po na\u0161oj staroj Muri vek se zduvaju mahuri.<\/p>\n

You take what is in the Mura and we’ll take what is on its banks.<\/p>\n

\n

ZVE\u010cERA<\/b>
\nIN THE EVENING<\/p>\n

Z ve\u010dera \u0107u v selo pojti, ne znam \u0107u li natrag dojti;
\nv selo pojti to vidu\u0107e, samo nek bude mogu\u0107e.
\nMila \u0107e mi otvoriti, \u017earak oganj nalo\u017eiti.
\n\u017darak oganj svetlo gori, poleg njega mila stoji.
\nMila moja, klin\u010dec gosti, hodi ter me nuter pusti,
\nAr je meni mrzlo stati pred tvojemi snje\u017eni vrati.
\nDoma \u0107u ju otpelati, ocu majki pokazati.
\nOcu se je dopadala, mati joj je progundala.
\nOcu se je dopadala, mati joj progundala.
\n– Nemojte joj progundati, ar ne\u0107ete vi z njom spati!<\/p>\n

I will go to the village in the evening, but I don’t know whether I will return. I will fetch my sweetheart to present her to my parents. My father likes her, my mother does not. Do not treat her poorly, Mother, for you are not the one who will be taking her to your bed.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a> DOBER VE\u010cER, Z MEGA SRCA RU\u017dICA<\/b>
\nGOOD EVENING, MY HEART’S ROSE<\/p>\n

Dober ve\u010der, z mega srca ru\u017eica, otpiraj mi vu polno\u010di sva vrata.
\nZa tvu volju navek bum otpirala, dok bum \u017eiva s tobom se bom \u0161timala.
\nAko la\u017eem, nedaj mi Bog \u017eiveti; dok ne vumrem ne\u0107u te ostaviti.
\nTi si meni vu sredini sr\u010deca, kak v \u010drljeni jabuki je ko\u0161\u010dica.
\nLjubimo se ljubimo se ru\u017eica, dok nam te\u010de ta \u0161iroka Murica.
\nDa ne tekla ta \u0161iroka Murica, ne bumo se ve\u010d ljubili ru\u017eica.<\/p>\n

Good-evening, my heart’s rose. Let’s love each other as long as the wide River Mura flows.
\nOnly when it stops flowing, will we stop loving each other.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>V CARSKOJ SLU\u017dBI<\/b>
\nIN THE EMPEROR’S SERVICE<\/p>\n

Tam mi zraslo lepo tenko, drevo visoko.
\nPod njim zrasla lepa trava, trava zelena.
\nTam sedela moja draga, draga ljubljena.
\nOna me je zapitala jel’ se \u017eenil bom.
\nJa se nigdar \u017eenil ne bom, dok god \u017eivel bom.
\nNego pojdem med soldate, cara slu\u017eil bom.
\nSablicom bom dom na\u0161 branil, v boju vumrl bom.
\nEvo tebi zlati prsten koga si mi dal,
\nnit ja ne bum zamu\u0161 i\u0161la, dok \u017eivela bom.<\/p>\n

Two lovers are separated. He cannot marry for he must serve in the Emperor’s army and he will die defending his country. She returns his gift \u2013 an engagement ring \u2013 and says she will never marry as long as she lives.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>DILI, DILI, DANA<\/b>
\nCHILDREN’S RHYME SONG<\/p>\n

Dili, dili, dana, pela baba bana
\nna ja\u0161ovi kolci s pisanimi volci.<\/p>\n

Digu, digu, dana, baba je pijana,
\n\u010drno vino pila pa se je napila.<\/p>\n

Digu, digu, dana, baba je pijana,
\npreko grabe sko\u010dila, noga ji je po\u010dila.<\/p>\n

Ki bi i\u0161el gore, bi videl \u010dudo,
\npuru okovanu, gusku osedlanu.<\/p>\n

Zajec Boga moli, lisica ga dvori,
\nkrumpa\u010d drva kala, zeba podsnihalja.<\/p>\n

Dili, dili, dana, pela baba bana,
\nDigu, digu, dana, baba je pijana,
\nDini, dini, duka, baba vozi luka,
\nDili, dili, dana, pela baba bana.<\/p>\n

Dili, dili, Grandmama has had too much red wine. A turkey in chains, a saddled goose, a rabbit praying, . . . all sorts of strange goings-on.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>ZAKAJ SEM NEGOVA?<\/b>
\nWHY MUST I BELONG TO HIM?<\/p>\n

Dragi dragoj rub\u010dek kupi, a moj meni ne\u010de.
\nPopala ga \u017ealost moja, zakaj sem negova?
\nSunce \u017earko, sunce \u017earko, ne padaj ti na me!
\nDragi dragoj \u0111un\u0111e kupi, a moj meni ne\u010de.
\nPopala ga \u017ealost moja, zakaj sem negova?
\nSunce \u017earko, sunce \u017earko, hodi doli ni\u017ee!
\nDragi dragoj prsten kupi, a moj meni ne\u010de.
\nPopala ga \u017ealost moja, zakaj sem negova?<\/p>\n

Men give presents to their sweethearts, but mine gives me nothing.
\nWhy must I love him?
\nMy sweetheart does not buy me a ring. Why must I belong to him?<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>RIBARI, RIBARI<\/b>
\nFISHERMEN, FISHERMEN<\/p>\n

Ribari, ribari, jeste li vidili, jeste li vidili moj vijenac zeleni?
\nVidili, vidili, ali ne poznali, na \u010detiri konji, neb’ ga dosignali.
\nTvoj vijenac zeleni po Dunaju plava, a prstanj srebrni na dnu se utapa.<\/p>\n

– Fishermen, fishermen, have you seen my green wreath?
\n– We have seen it, but it was out of reach.
\n– Your green wreath is floating on the Danube, and your silver ring has sunk to the bottom.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>VU P\u0160ENICI BELE RU\u017dE CVETEJU<\/b>
\nWHITE FLOWERS ARE BLOOMING IN THE WHEAT FIELD<\/p>\n

Vu p\u0161enici bele ru\u017ee cveteju, (\u0161ehaj, cveteju)
\n\u0161tere me\u0111imurske puce bereju.
\nJa sam i\u0161el kre p\u0161enice s \u010cakovca, (\u0161ehaj, s \u010cakovca)
\npak sam zgledal vu njoj svojga pareka.
\n– Faljen bodi, Jezu\u0161 Kristu\u0161! – rekel sam. (\u0161ehaj, rekel sam)
\n– Kaj mi dela\u0161 vu p\u0161enici? – pital sam.
\nOna pak je sam z rokicom mahnula, (\u0161ehaj, mahnula)
\n– Dra\u010da berem, – tak mi je povedala.<\/p>\n

I was walking by a wheat field where I saw my darling.
\n\u00abWhat are you doing?\u00bb – I asked.
\n\u00abI am weeding\u00bb – she said.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>VU ZAGREBU<\/b>
\nIN THE TOWN OF ZAGREB<\/p>\n

Vu Zagrebu na ciglani tambura\u0161i igraju,
\nde si \u0110urek, \u0161oj, i s Francikom voljcera splesavaju.<\/p>\n

Neje ona to vulicu Istarsku pozabila,
\nde je ona, \u0161oj, z \u0110urekom voljcera splesavala.<\/p>\n

Franca, Franca, kaj zdelava\u0161, dimo mi naj hoditi,
\nocu, majki, \u0161oj, srama \u0161pota \u2013 to ti naj zdelavati.<\/p>\n

Da je ona i z \u0110urekom sedem mar\u0161ov splesala,
\nonda se je, \u0161oj, jena ljubav do kraja zezvedila.<\/p>\n

Tambouritza players are making music in the Zagreb brick plant and \u0110urek is dancing a waltz with Francika.. When they had danced together seven times, their love for each other was no longer a secret.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>VU TE \u010cRNI GORI<\/b>
\nON THE BLACK MOUNTAIN<\/p>\n

Vu te \u010drni gori \u017earki ogen gori.
\nNe pu\u0161\u010dajte mene, mila bra\u010do moja,
\nneg me popelajte do svetog Ivana!
\nVani ostavete moju desnu ruku
\nza ju prive\u017eete mega vranca kojna!
\nNek se kojnec pla\u010de da se draga ne\u010de.
\nPolek mega groba posadete ro\u017eu!
\nDo tu mimo prejde ro\u017eu si otrgne,
\nro\u017eu si otrgne za du\u0161u spomene<\/p>\n

Do not abandon me, my brothers. Plant a rose-bush beside my grave. Those passing by will pick a rose and say a prayer for me.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>DVA JUNAKI<\/b>
\nTWO YOUNG MEN<\/p>\n

Dva junaki \u0161e\u010deju se v Gornji kraj, tam imaju za ljubiti snehe fajn.
\nDa se oni k svojim milam \u0161e\u010deju, vu jobloke belo cvetje me\u010deju.
\nStani mi se, moja draga grlica, vu jobloku ti je \u0161ipek ru\u017eica!
\nGrli\u010dica se je v jutro stajala, vu jobloku \u0161ipek ru\u017eu zgledala.
\nVu jobloku \u0161ipek ru\u017eu zgledala, meni svoju desnu roku davala.
\nMenu svoju desnu roku davala, z levom si je sive suze brisala.<\/p>\n

Two young men loved to go a-courting to Gornji kraj. Many a young woman was left in tears after their departure.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>MLADI JUNAK VU TOGI<\/b>
\nA SAD YOUNG MAN<\/p>\n

\u0160etal sam se mladi junak rano v jutro po vrtu,
\nzgledal sam si grli\u010dicu kaj je i\u0161la po ro\u017eu.
\nKo bu mej na prsi dela da iz doma i\u0161el bom,
\nkaj mi bila na zlamenje da za njenu ljubav znam.
\nVu maju\u0161u sam se peljal to\u017een iz Dekanovca,
\nimaju\u0107i veljku \u017ealost ar se draga plakala.
\nMaju\u0161 mesec kak si lepi ves vu cvetju cvetu\u010di,
\nmi junaki pak vu togi vu fabrikaj mo\u010de\u010di.
\nKud se zglednem sigdi vidim \u010drne zide fabrike
\ni ondaj mi misel ‘dleti vu malo Me\u0111imurje.
\nMe\u0111imurje moje malo, se si mi vu cveti\u010du.
\nVu tebi sam si ostavil svoju milu Regicu.<\/p>\n

A young man has to leave his sweetheart and his home, all in search of a job. He ends up in a far-away foreign factory, surrounded by black walls. He is homesick for his Me\u0111imurje and his lovely sweetheart, Regica.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>LEPO ME\u0110IMORJE<\/b>
\nBEAUTIFUL ME\u0110IMURJE<\/p>\n

Lepo moje Me\u0111imorje, golob moj,
\nza koga se kralji bore, (golob moj, \/dragi golob ljubljeni).
\nKralj Ugarski je bogati, golob moj,
\nMe\u0111imorje lehko splati, (golob moj, \/ dragi golob ljubljeni).
\nOn je \u0161kude pre\u0161kudaval golob moj,
\nlepe banjke prebanjkuval, (golob moj, \/ dragi golob ljubljeni).
\nLepe \u0161kude kri\u017eova\u010de, golob moj,
\nlepe banjke deseta\u010de (golob moj, \/dragi golob ljubljeni).
\nLepo moje Me\u0111imorje, golob moj.<\/p>\n

Kings are fighting over my Me\u0111imorje. The Hungarian king is rich, my love, he could easily buy Me\u0111imorje.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>KAJ JE TEBI, MILA?<\/b>
\nWHAT AILS YOU, MY DARLING?<\/p>\n

Kaj je tebi mila, kaj za pe\u010dum stoji\u0161?
\nKaj za pe\u010dum stoji\u0161, sive suze roni\u0161?
\nPitam tebe, Treza, kod je tvoja steza?
\nMoja ti je steza vo \u0161iroko pole.
\nOjdi, mila, z menom v pole na \u0161etanje.
\nUsrid nam je polja javorek zeleni.
\nTu si, mila, sedi pa mi se rashladi.<\/p>\n

Why are you crying, my love?
\nWalk out with me into the fields.
\nA small maple-tree is growing in the middle of the field.
\nSit down beneath the maple-tree and cool yourself.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>TIHO PLOVI \u017dITARICA LA\u0110A<\/b>
\nSILENTLY GLIDES THE SHIP<\/p>\n

Tiho plovi \u017eitarica la\u0111a, \/ej\/, tiho plovi \u017eitarica la\u0111a.
\nNa talasi Kupe vode ladne, \/ej\/, na talasi Kupe vode ladne.
\nBeru cve\u0107e devoj\u010dice mlade, \/ej\/, beru cve\u0107e devoj\u010dice mlade.
\nPokraj Kupe la\u0111ane vodice, \/ej\/, pokraj Kupe la\u0111ane vodice.
\nKatarka joj od suhoga zlata, \/ej\/, katarka joj od suhoga zlata.
\nA jedernci kose devoja\u010dke, \/ej\/, a jedrenci kose devoja\u010dke.
\nSva su sela naokola bela, \/ej\/, sva su sela naokolo bela.
\nA re\u010dica stoji ko kapela, \/ej\/, a Re\u010dica stoji ko kapela.<\/p>\n

A ship transporting grain glides silently along the Kupa River.
\nYoung girls are picking flowers on the Kupa River banks.<\/td>\n

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\"Jer_bez_tebe_nema_mene\"<\/a><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
DUNJA KNEBL – …Jer bez tebe nema mene
\nORFEJ, 1991. <\/p>\n

1. Dobar ve\u010der, moja draga<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n(Karanfilje, cvije\u0107e moje (Prigorje))
\n2. Z one strane vode Save<\/a> (Prigorje)
\n3. Ru\u017eica rezvita<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n4. Klin\u010dec moj \u017ealosten<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n5. Markec i\u0161el v taborec<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n6. Tica lastavica<\/a> (Podravina)
\n7. Erli\u0107ka je lepa, mlada<\/a> (Podravina)
\n8. Tica moja<\/a> (Podravina)
\n9. Saka kita vehne, ka korenca nema<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n10. Janica se \u0161e\u0107e<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n11. Jana, moja Jana<\/a> (Podravina)
\n12. Oj Marek, Marica<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n13. Mur\u0161\u0107ek, Mur\u0161\u0107ek<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n14. Naj me, golub, starati<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n15. Pove\u010d, golub<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n16. Pismo doletelo<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n17. Tri su tice<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n18. Ogledam se, iznenada<\/a> (Me\u0111imurje)
\n19. \u010cmelica letela<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)
\n20. Komar lazi po lomaru<\/a> (Hrvatsko zagorje)<\/p>\n

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Dunja Knebl<\/b>: glas i gitara
\nMateo Martinovi\u0107<\/b>, glasovir i udaraljke
\nAndrija Maroni\u0107<\/b>: cimbale
\nIrina Vitorovi\u0107<\/b>: glas<\/td>\n

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\"Da_sam_barem_guska\"<\/a><\/p>\n

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DUNJA KNEBL – Da sam barem guska
\nDANCING BEAR, 2002.<\/p>\n

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1. Motherless Child<\/a> (SAD)
\n2. Bistra voda te\u010de<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Me\u0111imurje)
\n3. \u010cula jesam<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Podravina)
\n4. Milenkii<\/a> (Rusija)
\n5. Vu Dubravi pripe\u010denje ovo<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Me\u0111imurje)
\n6. Fti\u010dica vijoglavka<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Podravina)
\n7. Over There<\/a> (SAD)
\n8. Sno\u0107ka kesno<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Me\u0111imurje)
\n9. The Wraggle-Taggle Gypsies, O!<\/a> (Engleska)
\n10. Chornyi voron<\/a> (Rusija)
\n11. Times of Sorrow<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Me\u0111imurje)
\n12. Legnalo ludo zaspalo<\/a> (Makedonija)
\n13. Goranine<\/a> (Makedonija)
\n14. Klakar<\/a> (Hrvatska\/Dalmacija)
\n15. Oi, kumushki<\/a> (Rusija)Dunja Knebl<\/b> : glas i gitara
\nMateo Martinovi\u0107<\/b>: svi instrumenti osim gitare<\/p>\n

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<\/a>MOTHERLESS CHILD<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sometimes I feel like a motherless child,
\nA long way from home.<\/p>\n

Sometimes I feel like my life\u2019s not worthwhile,
\nA long way from home.<\/p>\n

Always wandering…<\/p>\n

Sometimes I feel like I\u2019m almost gone,
\nA long way from home.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>BISTRA VODA TE\u010cE<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Bistra voda te\u010de brige nese sobom,
\nDenes bode, golob, rezdru\u017eenje s tobom.<\/p>\n

Vu mojem sr\u010decu takve su \u017ealosti
\nDa je nemrem s perom spisati zadosti.<\/p>\n

Ti mi cvete\u0161, golob, kak cvetje v obloku
\nAr si v mojem srcu zasajen globoko.<\/p>\n

Golobek ljubljeni, klin\u010dec moj \u010drleni,
\nNe srdi se na me kaj smo rezdru\u017eeni.<\/p>\n

Ku\u0161nul bi ti lica, draga grli\u010dica,
\nAl\u2019 da je med nami globoka vodica.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>\u010cULA JESAM<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

\u010cula jesam da se dragi \u017eeni, srce moje.<\/p>\n

Jagoda malena, jagoda \u010drlena,
\nPozdravi mi v Koprivnici dragoga.<\/p>\n

I ja \u0107u mu u svatove do\u0107i, srce moje,
\nI ja \u0107u mu lepi dar donesti.<\/p>\n

V desnoj ruki kitu ru\u017emarina,
\nV levoj ruki malenoga sina.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a> MILENKII<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Milenkii ty moi, voz\u2019mi menia soboi
\nI tam v kraiu dalykom nazovi menia zhenoi (sestroi).<\/p>\n

Milaia moia, vzial by ia tebia,
\nNo tam v kraiu dalykom est\u2019 u menia zhena (sestra).<\/p>\n

Milenkii ty moi, voz\u2019mi menia soboi,
\nI tam v kraiu dalykom nazovi menia chuzhoi.<\/p>\n

Milaia moia, vzial by ia tebia,
\nNo tam v kraiu dalykom chuzha mne ne nuzhna.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>VU DUBRAVI<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Vu Dubravi pripe\u010denje ovo:
\n\u0161if je do\u0161el prvi put na novo,
\nvu jezeru osemsto i
\nosemdesetpetom ljetu.<\/p>\n

Vender ga je sim pustila Drava,
\nvu kotoru ovem jako mala.
\nVe prvi pot ova voda
\nnosila je parobroda.<\/p>\n

Po horvacki – parobrod se zove,
\ndo\u0161el je gljet okoljice ove.
\nZ imenom je OTO zvani,
\novdi i\u0161\u010de nepoznani.<\/p>\n

A matrosi ki su ondi bilji
\nna dar brenko vina su dobilji
\ni cigare k tomu fine
\nkoje zovu se vor\u0111ine.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>FTI\u010cICA VIJOGLAVKA<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Oj, fti\u010dica vijoglavka,
\nne zobli mi vinograda,
\nkojega mi majka dala,
\ns kem se bodem ja vdavala.<\/p>\n

Ako ne bo vina v kleti
\nne\u0107e mene dragi zeti.
\nOj, fti\u010dica vijoglavka,
\nne zobli mi vinograda.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>OVER THERE<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Oh! potatoes they grow small
\nOver there!
\nOh! potatoes they grow small
\n\u2018Cause they plant \u2018em in the fall,
\nAnd then eats \u2018em tops and all
\nOver there!<\/p>\n

Oh! the candles they are small
\nOver there!
\nOh! the candles they are small
\nFor they dips \u2018em lean and tall
\nAnd then burn them sticks and all
\nOver there!<\/p>\n

Oh! they make their clam pie
\nOver there!
\nOh! they bake their clam pie
\nAnd the crust is made of rye
\nYou must eat it, or must die
\nOver there!<\/p>\n

Oh! I wish I was a geese,
\nAll forlorn!
\nOh! I wish I was a geese,
\n\u2018Cause they lives and dies in peace,
\nAnd accumulates much grease
\nEating corn!<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>SNO\u0106KA KESNO<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Sno\u0107ka sam si kesno ljubicu dopeljal,
\nona nije \u0161tela nikaj ve\u010derjati.
\nTaki po ve\u010derji glava zabolela,
\nvu rumenu zorju sineka rodila.
\nOna po\u017eelela to medeno grozdje,
\ns kraljovoga vrta s dalmatina trsa.
\nIdi, \u0110uro, idi, pak mi ga donesi,
\nsamo, \u0110uro, pazi, da te ne zapazi
\nta mlada kraljica.
\nPrvi grozd zare\u017ee, sretno ga odre\u017ee,
\ndrugi grozd zare\u017ee, sretno ga odre\u017ee.
\nTre\u0107i grozd zare\u017ee, nesretno ga dre\u017ee,
\nspazila je njega – ta mlada kraljica,
\nmam ga je strelila.
\nVidi\u0161, \u0110uro, vidi\u0161, svoju milu dragu,
\nvidi\u0161, \u0110uro, vidi\u0161, jenu velku \u017eelju.
\nTo je tebi treba, tvoji mladi ljubi,
\nkaj si to ti \u017eeli\u0161, kaj je tu\u0111i ljudi.<\/p>\n

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<\/a>THE WRAGGLE-TAGGLE GYPSIES, O!<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

There were three gypsies a-come to my door,
\nAnd downstairs ran this a-lady, O!
\nOne sang high and the other sang low,
\nAnd the other sang bonny, bonny Biscay, O!<\/p>\n

Then she took off her rich attire,
\nAnd put on hose of leather, O!
\nThe ragged, ragged rags about our door,
\nAnd she\u2019s gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!<\/p>\n

It was late last night when my lord came home,
\nInquiring for his a-lady, O!
\nThe servants said on every hand:
\nShe\u2019s gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!<\/p>\n

Go bridle me my milk white steed,
\nGo bridle me my pony, O!
\nFor I shall ride to seek my bride,
\nWho is gone with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O!<\/p>\n

O he rode high, and he rode low,
\nHe rode through woods and copses too,
\nHe rode till he came to a wide open field,
\nAnd there he espied his a-lady, O!<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat makes you leave your house and your land?
\nWhat makes you leave your money, O?
\nWhat makes you leave your new-wedded lord,
\nTo go with the wraggle taggle gypsies, O?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat care I for my house and my land?
\nWhat care I for my money, O?
\nWhat care I for my new-wedded lord,
\nI\u2019m off with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>CHORNYI VORON<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Chornyi voron, chornyi voron,
\nChto ty vyoshsia nado mnoi?
\nTy dobychi ne dozhdyoshsia,
\nChornyi voron, ia ne tvoi!<\/p>\n

Chto ty kogti raspuskaesh
\nNad moeiu golovoi?
\nIl\u2019 dobychu sebe chaesh?
\nChornyi voron, ia ne tvoi!<\/p>\n

Poleti v moiu storonku,
\nSkazhi mamenke moei
\nTy skazhi moei liubeznoi,
\nChto za rodinu ia pal.<\/p>\n

Otnesi platok krovavyi
\nMiloi liubushke moei.
\nTy skazhi \u2013 ona svobodna,
\nIa zhenilsia na drugoi.<\/p>\n

Kalena strela venchala
\nSredi bitvy rokovoi
\nVizhu, smert\u2019 moia prihodit,
\nChornyi voron, ves\u2019 ia tvoi.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>TIMES OF SORROW<\/b>
\n(Hrvatska\/Medjimurje,
\nprepjev na engleski: Dunja Knebl)<\/span><\/p>\n

The times they are of sadness, sorrow and good-byes.
\nWhat will come tomorrow? Only tears and sighs.
\n\u2018Twas the month of August, on it\u2019s second day
\nWhen I had to leave my sweetheart forced to go away.
\nThe year was 1914; perhaps you do not know,
\nWhen my dear old mother had to see me go.
\nAt the hour of midnight we were on our way,
\nAnd as the train was leaving, the band began to play.
\nVoices of our loved ones shouted: \u201cFarewell, sons,
\nBe true to your homeland when you use your guns.\u201d
\nAt the Russian border we got off the train
\nOur entire dearest loved ones ne\u2019er to see again.
\nMoans I heard quite near : \u201cCome my wounds to tie,
\nCome and sit beside me, I feel I shall die.\u201d
\nI went to be near him and to help him rise,
\nBut his life just faded before my very eyes.
\nOne falls down beside me, the next one over there
\nShall we see the sunrise, no-one seems to care.
\nShall I see the sunrise, no-one seems to care.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>LEGNALO LUDO ZASPALO<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Legnalo ludo, zaspalo more,
\nSladok son sonuvalo,
\nZa edno mome ubavo, selan\u010de, selan\u010de.<\/p>\n

Na son mu dojde devoj\u010de, more,
\nN\u2019 beli mu gradi legnalo,
\nNa son mu dojde ubavo devoj\u010de, devoj\u010de.<\/p>\n

Trgna se ludo razbudi, more,
\nNema go mome kraj nego,
\nAj, de se sebe jubodam, bez mome selan\u010de.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a> GORANINE<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Goranine \u0107afanine.
\nGoranka ti dimije nema.
\nAko nema, \u0107e gu kupim.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a> KLAKAR<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Jeste li \u010duli novost?
\nDogodilo se zlo:
\nIvanu Klakaru s Pupnata
\npotopija se brod.<\/p>\n

I parti je iz Stona,
\nprivozija je klak.
\nZapuhala velika bura
\npa ga potopila.<\/p>\n

Nosi\u0107u crni veo,
\ncrnji od o\u010diju,
\ncrljenu ko\u0161ulju nosit \u0107u ja,
\n\u017ealit \u0107u klakara.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/a>OI KUMUSHKI<\/b><\/span><\/p>\n

Oi kumushki, kumytesia, kumytesia, liubitesia.
\nKumytesia, liubitesia, liubite i menia.
\nVy poidete v zelenyi sad, vozmite i menia.
\nVy budete tsviatochki rvat\u2019, sorvite i mne.
\nVy budete vianochki vit\u2019, vozveite i mne.
\nVy poidete k reke dunai, vozmite i menia.
\nVy budete vianki v vodu puskat\u2019, pustite i moj.
\nVashi vianki po verhu plyli, a moi na dno poshol.
\nVashi druzhki s voiny prishli, a moi i ne prishol.<\/p>\n

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