Don't rattle with your wooden slippers

Don't come down from the stabbur

And don't ask where I was

Why I've got teary eyes

Nor why I've shed tears

I stood next to her grave

And called for my mother who passed away

I brought her a gift from my heart

But I didn't give it to her

Ref.

Don't rattle with your wooden slippers

When you come down from the stabbur

I keep thinking, my dear

That my old mother is comming down the stairs

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MayGoLoco on 2011-07-08

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Original lyrics

Ne klepeći nanulama

Collections with "Ne klepeći nanulama"

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