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Oj, goro, zemljo kol'ko suza prolila si ti na dlanove. Ja ih sklopih, pa pomolih se. Aj, ptice, dušmanice. da su mi krila, pa da poletim visoko i zaboravim.
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O mountain, O land, how many tears you've shed into your hands. I joined mine and prayed. O birds, O enemies, if only I had your wings, to fly high above, and forget everything.
