Bijelo Dugme - Pljuni I Zapjevaj Moja Jugoslavijo
Padaj silo i nepravdo,
Svan'o ti je sudnji dan,
Bjeste od nas nocne tmine,
Svanuo je i nas dan
Pljuni i zapjevaj!
Pljuni i zapjevaj, moja Jugoslavijo!
Matero i maceho, tugo moja i utjeho.
Moje srce, moja kuco stara,
Moja dunjo iz ormara,
Moja nevjesto, moja ljepotice,
Moja sirota kraljice,
Jugo, Jugice...
Ovaj hljeb, evo lomim,
Moja Jugoslavijo,
Za tebe i bolje dane,
Konje neosedlane
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Jugoslavijo na noge,
Pjevaj nek' te cuju,
Ko ne slusa pjesmu,
Slusace oluju!
Ovaj hljeb, evo lomim,
Moja Jugoslavijo,
Za tebe i bolje dane,
Konje neosedlane,
Moje srce, moja kuco stara,
Moja dunjo iz ormara,
Moja nevjesto, moja ljepotice,
Moja sirota kraljice
Jugoslavijo na noge,
Pjevaj nek' te cuju,
Ko ne slusa pjesmu,
Slusace oluju
Jugoslavijo na noge,
Pjevaj nek' te cuju,
Ko ne slusa pjesmu,
Slusace oluju
Bijelo Dugme - Spit And Sing My Yugoslavia (Английский перевод)
Fall down force and injustice
Your doomsday has come
Run away from us, nightly gloom,
Our day has dawned too
Spit and sing!
Spit and sing, my Yugoslavia!
Mother, step mother, my sorrow and consolation.
My heart, my old friend (my home).
My quince from the closet,
my bride, my beauty
My poor queen,
Yugo, little yugo...
This bread, here I'm breaking,
My Yugoslavia,
For you and better days,
Unsaddled horses
Who doesn't grow teeth here,
Eh, poor is his mother
Who doesn't learn how to howlBijelo Dugme - Pljuni I Zapjevaj Moja Jugoslavijo - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bijelo-dugme/pljuni-i-zapjevaj-moja-jugoslavijo-lyrics-english-translation.html
will never find a herd here
Yugoslavia, get up on your feet
Sing, let them hear you
Those that don't listen to song,
will listen to storm!
This bread, here I'm breaking,
My Yugoslavia,
For you and better days,
Unsaddled horses
My heart, my old friend
My quince from the closet,
my bride, my beauty
My poor queen,
Yugoslavia, get up on your feet
Sing, let them hear you
Those that don't listen to song,
will listen to storm!
Yugoslavia, get up on your feet
Sing, let them hear you
Those that don't listen to song,
will listen to storm!