Death, death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
Death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
Death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
In the days when Nikšić
Was attacked by the Montenegrins
When the time had come for it
To be no longer Turkish
In the Montenegrin camp
Near the Leković Tower
A slander was delivered to the Prince
Against Father Milo Jovović
And the Prince summoned Milo
In the presence of all the Dukes
And said to him, "Father Milo,
You're neither fish nor fowl
When Father Milo heard this
His hand flew to his sword
And the two eyes, like arrows
Flashed on the hajduk's face
The Dukes were alarmed
By the look of the mountain wolf
Thinking that he might draw
His weapon on the ruler of Montenegro
As if a sharp blade
Had cut his manly heart in two
He shouted, "My Lord,
God be with you, what are you saying?"
So enraged he left
The Lord and the Dukes
And went off to his silky tent
With heavy thoughts in his mind
In his rage he grabbed his gusle
The thin strings rang out
Milo cried out like a falcon
And swore on his mother Ćetna
That he would go to the city of Nikšić
Alone, without any help, that same day
And challenge to a duel
The renowned Captain Mušović
He threw down his gusle and mounted his black horse
Crossed the river Zeta
And on his ferocious stallion
Rode across the fields to the city
The stallion flew down Rastoci
As if carried on wings
But the Turkish guards on the city walls
Spotted Father Milo
Father Milo is getting ever closer
To the Turks and their trenches
Driving to exhaustion
His fierce black stallion
As it becomes him
He's choosing Turkish families
Attacking the best defended trenches
And the city's worst scoundrels
So that if he is to die
He would be killed by a hero
By the renowned and esteemed
Descendants of Idris
The Turkish guard stopped him
At the gates of Nikšić
He showed himself and ordered them
"Bring me Mušović!"
When the Turks heard this
They ran for the Captain
And a little later Mušović himself
Came to the city gates
And when he saw Father Milo
On his fierce black stallion
His was delighted
By his unexpected arrival
"What brings you this morning, Jovović?"
He said in a delighted voice
"Did you run away from the Montenegrin Prince
to seek refuge in my city?
"We'll accept you with open arms
We'll forgive everything you've done
Your life, harambasha,
Is safe with us."
But Milo shouted: "That's enough!
Stop being needlessly foolish!
I have come, o Captain
To challenge you to a duel!
"So get ready and come out,
and choose a place for the duel!"
These words like lighting
Struck the captain
His face grew pale before the hajduk
From the heroic Markovina
Because he knew that it was easy
To die by Milo's sword
He dared not accept the duel
Being scared for his life
And he forgot
The fame and history of his house
So instead, in his fear and cowardice
He signalled the guards on the tower
A salvo rang out from the hill
And the priest fell dead to the ground
The black stallion bolted and ran
Back across the Zeta river
And upon Milo, with their swords
The Turks descended from the hill
They're bustling to be the first
To use their sword on the hero
Whose name is known
Even to Emperor Hamid in Istanbul
The dead priest was first reached
By Hasan Ferizović
The sword flashed, and the head fell
Into a puddle of blood
On the tallest city tower
On top of Mušović's headquarters
The Turks displayed the head
Of Father Milo Jovović
From the sharp oaken stake
Milo is looking down
On the Turks jeering at him
And their meriment in the city
A raven, the black bird
Was suddenly delighted
When he saw the bloody head
And now he's flying over the city
He's approaching the tower from above
To land on the city walls
And, as is his old custom,
To desecrate the manly head
And secretly, from the harem
The women are peering through the windows
To see the famous head
Of the Serb priest on top of the tower
Death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
Death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
Death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
Death of Father Milo, Father Milo Jovović
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Lun, 23/04/2018 - 12:54
Jelena Petrovic 1 
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The song (originally a heroic poem) is based on real events during the siege of Nikšić in 1877.