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crnitrn:
"Himna Kosovskih junaka", or in English "The Hymn of the Kosovo Heroes", is a medieval Serbian folk song depicting the Battle of Kosovo that occurred in 1389. The lyrics of this song changed over time, so there are several versions of it.
The Hymn of the Kosovo Heroes
Christ our Lord crucified and holy,
Serbian land is flying through the skies.
It is flying in the heavenly heights,
Its wings are Morava and Drina 1
Farewell my first, unborn son,
farewell roses, farewell rosemary.
Farewell summers, autumns and winters,
We are leaving never to return. 3
On three holy and three unified,
we are going to Kosovo field.
we are going to our destined place
farewell my mother, farewell my sister and farewell my bride.
Farewell my first unborn son,
farewell roses, farewell rosemary.
Farewell summers, autumns and winters,
we are leaving never to return. 3
When my darling heard that I'm going,
she put a flower of marigold in my coat. 2
Farewell my first unborn son,
farewell roses, farewell rosemary.
Farewell summers, autumns and winters,
we are leaving never to return. 3
1 Older version of the song feature river Ibar instead.
2 Older version of the song feature helmet instead.
3 Some versions of the song have changed that entire line with: "We are leaving to defeat them".
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Himna_kosovskih_junaka
crnitrn:
Milan Rakic- Na Gazimestanu
Milan Rakic- At Gazi-Mestan
The Mighty Armadillos , without fault and fear,
Cold as your armor and grim view,
You Assaulted then in a cloud of dust
And there was a slam and a bloody race.
Shaky empire toppled up with you
When the storm passes over Kosovo field
Kosovo became a vast pit
Terrible ossuary and glorious from defeat.
Kosovo heroes, merit is yours,
Because you were the last. In the bloody horror,
When rotten empire take arms.
Every corpse is aware victim, real hero.
Today they say to us , children of this century
That we are unworthy of our history,
That we are flooded by Western river,
And our souls are afraid of the dangers.
Good my country , that's a lie! Who loves you
Nowadays, it loves you.
Because before us, nor fields nor bedrock
Could not give a conscious love to another.
And today, when it comes to the last battle,
Irradiant from glow of old aureole,
I will give my life, to you my fatherland
Knowing what I give, and why I give!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Milan_Raki%C4%87
crnitrn:
Dobrica Erić
Defiant poem
Me,
servant of G-d,
Serbian
with a graying beard
I assert freely
through the chain and wire
before witnesses:
Force, Suffer and Injustice
I'm guilty, and I confess
I'm guilty, because I am someone
rather than nobody and noone .
I'm guilty, because in this Serb – hating time
I do pray in Orthodox church,
though, rarely,
and I am crossing oneself like this
with three fingers!
I am guilty of existing
instead of being unreal.
I have a long standing guilt
of standing upright
and looking up to the sky
instead of down at the grass!
I am guilty of daring
to challenging injustice!
I am guilty again of celebrating
my family patron saint!
I am to blame for reading and writing
in Cyrillic.
I am guilty of singing,
laughing and cursing
(and sometimes barking).
I'm guilty, I admit :
I do not know what I know and I know what I do not know.
I am guilty, and to finish
With greatest guilt
(before I die laughing).
I`m guilty, stubborn as I am,
of being Orthodox and
devoted to St. Sava
and of not believing in
the holy crime and the absolution!
My sins and my guilt is,
therefore,
that I exist
and when I already exist, and brazen – faced I stand,
Why , at least , I do not admit that I do not exist!
If I confess that
to save my life,
I will lose the sacred cross and the patron saint.
If I do not confess that
does not bode well
the whole world will be swoop on my land
Mob of former men,
Thieves and punks.
Herd of robots and other monsters
will swoop on my orchards and fields,
and my little white house by the road
were like a most beautiful brides
blossom cherry, apple and plum trees.
So here
I confess,
for the sake of salvation of my kin,
I do not exist,
take me off list!
From now on I am only
light, air and water.
The three elements that you can exploit.
What you see speaking and walking before you
is what you've turned me into.
My ugly image
with monstrous features
that you multiply morning and evening.
It`s the image of your conscience and subconsciousness
That`s not me, on the outside
That`s you - on the inside.
My foe, with thousand hands,
with thousand servants of fabrication,
you plucked my sun like an apple,
and my pure joy like a red poppy from a rye field.
My descendants will be rage and sorrow
but yours already are drinking the bitter mead
for the bloody money
from selling off the land of my forefathers.
Destiny will pull a straitjacket over you
so that the daybreak could start,
or the planet will split from shame
and bury all of us in the same abyss.
We are very important, my dear beloved land,
we and our sisters
Truth and Justice
for such mighty forces have rallied against us
and Wrong and Injustice are fliping at us.
Mob of former men.
Thieves and punks.
Herd of robots and other monsters
will swoop on my orchards and fields,
and my little white house by the road
were like a most beautiful brides
blossom cherry, apple and plum trees.
What are they doing here, mujahideens
crusaders, farmers
Those who lacerating our sons and daughters
Most be that foreign hordes have heard
that we have golden hearts
and they are ripping them out
to replace their own
hoping to become human.
Gentlemen prosecutors,
judges and executioners,
you've written your commandments
on the pupils,
finest glass
as hard I live, the easier I will die!
You have entered in dark night,
But in vain you will lynch
most hospitable people on the planet!
(which is why you will burn in hell),
the human heart,
is miracle of miracles,
will not be implant in your chest.
We are not afraid of death
but slave life and long illness.
Death is common among us Serbs
such as spring, summer, autumn, winter.
And it's not terrible.
especially during the day,
of droughts, floods, earthquakes, frost
when a man is happy on his estate
consecrated soul and bright cheeks.
Malicious
full-fed and frenzied men ,
you forbid me all in my own house
but noone can forbid me to
singing and laughing as I am dying!
For you no longer laugh or sing
neither on weddings
nor when a child is born!
Spare me the rope and the spear
and crucify me on a mountain top
as your forefathers did to my forefather
Jesus Christ of Nazareth.
I will look on
and you close your eyes
or they might shatter
in the brightness of my face,
but hurry,
the sooner you crucify me
the sooner I will,
resurrect!"
This is a song for serbian enemies(Vatican, Islamic fundamentalist, NATO...). I can't describe to you how these three poem sounds powerfully on serbian language. First one is from Wikipedia two others is mine translation!
crnitrn:
http://www.scribd.com/doc/25150672/Serbski-Pesme-or-National-Songs-of-Serbia-1861-Owen-Meredith
crnitrn:
Marš na Drinu / March on the Drina
This is incomplete popular version of the song.
Serbian
У бој, крените јунаци сви,
Крен'те и не жал'те живот свој,
Цер нек види строј, Цер нек чује моја река Дрина,
Славу храброст и јуначку руку оца сина.
Пој, пој, Дрино водо хладна ти,
Памти, причај кад су падали,
Памти храбри строј који је пун огња, силе, снаге,
Протерао туђина са реке наше драге.
Пој, пој, Дрино, причај роду ти,
Како смо се храбро борили,
Певао је строј, војево'о се бој,
Крај хладне воде,
Крв је текла,
Крв се лила Дрином због слободе.
English
To battle, go forth you heroes,
Go on and don't regret your lives
Let the Cer see the front, let the Cer hear the guns
and the river Drina's glory, courage!
And the heroic hand of the father and sons!
Sing, sing, cold water of Drina,
Remember, and tell of the ones whom fell,
Remember the brave front, full of fire and mighty force
Whom expelled the invaders from our dear river!
Sing, sing, Drina, tell the generations,
How we bravely fought,
The front sang, the battle was fought
Near cold water
Blood was flowing,
Blood was streaming by the Drina for freedom!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mar%C5%A1_na_Drinu
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Cer
- instrumental
complete :
- complete original composition
Tiho, spuštala se letnja noć
Na Cer, na tu gordu planinu.
Čak i divlja zver gubila je smer
Zbog čudnog straha -
Da će smetat' četama što kreću se bez daha.
Drini, Savi, svuda gde je plač,
Tamo hita britak, srpski mač,
Samo laki bat
Niko nikog zvat' te noći neće
Dok se vojska proplancima i brdima kreće.
Sred tog mraka
Preko obronaka
Svakog srce mori
Svakom vatra u grudima gori
Da se odmah bori.
U toj zemlji gunja, opanka
Gde su zore večno crvene
Nikad boj ne spi
A kad žito zri
Tad bez prestanka
Svuda se čuje pesma tanka, pesma od uranka.
Jedan rat tek što je prošao
Drugi je sa letom došao
Tuđin je za tren
Kao neka sen iz mrklog mraka
Prekinuo letinu i pesmu devojaka.
Nije teško
Za seljaka, đaka
Za pravog junaka
Iz veselja, kola devojaka
Latit' se pušaka.
Borac svaki nema pušku, ne
Ali nosi srce planine.
Borče, drži steg
Tuđin će u beg se brzo dati
Ponovo će sunce Šumadiju obasjati.
Zov junaka s bojne Drine te
Sve se ori, sve do daljine.
Svuda, svaki puk
Puške, trube zvuk i juriš pravi
Pevala se pesma rata, slobodi i slavi.
Pucaj, momče
Majka ti ne plaka
Jer je kuća svaka
Dala Ceru po jednog junaka
Oca, sina, brata.
Na Cer, pođite sa snagom svom
Znajte, vi branite rod i dom
Svud' je poklič, zov
Taj viteški kov starca, momaka
To je oganj što ga nose od svojih predaka
U boj, krenite junaci svi
Kren'te i ne žal'te život svoj
Cer da čuje tvoj, Cer nek vidi boj
Reka Drina - slavu, hrabrost
I junačku ruku srpskog sina.
Napred borče
Brani svoju zemlju
Ne daj, nikad ne daj
Za nju život uvek rado predaj
Ali je nikom ne daj!
Poj, poj, Drino, vodo hladna ti
Pamti priče kad su padali
Pamti hrabri stroj
Koji je pun ognja, silne snage
Proterao tuđina sa reke naše drage.
Poj, poj Drino, pričaj rodu mi
Kako smo se hrabro borili
Pevao je stroj, vojevo se boj kraj hladne vode
Krv je tekla
Krv se lila Drinom zbog slobode.
How good is this song telling that this song is liked by many nation, including many of Croats !
There is a story that in the wwii Japanese used this composition,to improve moral of soldiers!
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