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Translation
In the place where I was born
In the place where I was born they love people
There, good kids wake up in the morning
There, their caring mothers teach them
To be peaceful and to love
There, where my thoughts are sailing now
Other people live my dreams
And in my backyard
There are some other kids playing
There, where white sails sail by the sea
Where old bells ring in blue evenings
Where people always go
To the Sunday mass
There, the red-white-blue* is being waved
There, the songs are being sung like before
And my brothers always dream
The same dreams
Chorus:
Now, these old songs and sounds of mandolins
Are taking me back to the old days
And my poetic soul is writing a nice song
For my homeland, homeland
There, where white sails sail by the sea
Where old bells ring in blue evenings
Where people always go
To the Sunday mass
There, the red-white-blue* is being waved
There, the songs are being sung like before
In my fatherland
Where my ancestors sleep
Chorus
There, where white sails sail by the sea
Where old bells ring in blue evenings
Where people always go
To the Sunday mass
There, the red-white-blue* is being waved
There, the songs are being sung like before
And my good mother and my brothers
Are still waiting for me
zhabba✕
Tomislav Ivčić: Top 3
| 1. | Veсeras je naša fešta |
| 2. | Kalelarga |
| 3. | Tamo gdje sam rođen |
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*The red-white-blue is a popular name for the Croatian flag.