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Translation
Majko Stara
Mother, my old mother, listen to the song of your son
Mother, who judged me? who took my most precious?
Tears, tears I have none to ease my pain
It hurts, mother, it hurts
Tonight the soul is dying
She was, mother, she was
Boiling blood of my life,
And I’ll go after her
And I’ll go after her
Mother, the night is quiet, the see is breathing, idle
Just your only son this night is saddened
Tears, there are no tears to cry out his pain.
It hurts, mother, it hurts.
JuriMatko Jelavic: Top 3
| 1. | Majko stara |
| 2. | Ta divna splitska noc |
| 3. | Noćas ću rujno vino piti |
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