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crnitrn:
Tamo daleko
Original Lyrics
Зар је морала доћ, та тужна
несрећна ноћ,кадa си драгане мој,
отишaо у крвави бој.
Ајдемо драга, нeсретно
живимо ми, јер младост пролази
журно, и живот таj несретни.
јер младост пролази журно, и живот
таj несретни.
Тамо далеко, далеко крај мора,тамо
је село моје, тамо је љубав моја,
тамо је село моје, тамо је љубав моја.
(Spanish)
Allá a lo lejos, a la orilla del mar,
Allá está mi pueblo, allá está mi amada,
Allá está mi pueblo, allá está mi amada,.
Version 2
Тамо далеко, далеко од мора,
Тамо је село моје, тамо је љубав моја.
Тамо је село моје, тамо је љубав моја.
О зар је морала доћ', та тужна несрећна ноћ,
Када си драгане мој, отиш'о у крвави бој.
Тамо далеко, где цвета лимун жут,
Тамо је српској војсци једини био пут.
Тамо је српској војсци једини био пут.
Тамо далеко, далеко од мора,
Тамо је село моје, тамо је Србија!
Тамо је село моје, тамо је Србија!
Без отаџбине, на Крфу живех ја,
и опет весело кличем, живела Србија!
и опет весело кличем, живела Србија!
in English
There, far away, far away from the sea,
There is my village, there is my love.
There is my village, there is my love.
Oh should it have come, that sad, unhappy night,
When you, my dear, went to bloody fight.
There, far away, where the yellow lemons flower,
There was the Serbian Army's only path.
There was the Serbian Army's only path.
There far away, far away from the sea,
There is my village, there is Serbia!
There is my village, there is Serbia!
Without my homeland, on Corfu I live,
And still I happily cheer, Long Live Serbia!
And still I happily cheer, Long Live Serbia!
Version 3
Oh, why should it come, that sad and unhappy night,
When you, my love, went to bloody fight.
There, far away, far away from the sea,
There is my village, there is my love.
With my fatherland far, far away I lived,
But I shout loudly again, long live my homeland!
Oh, why should it come, that sad and unhappy night,
When you my love, went to a bloody fight.
There, far away, where flowers never end,
There are my dearest ones, there is heaven.
There, near the Sava, the Sava and the Danube,
There is a my village, there is my place of birth!
Version 4
There, far away, far from the sea,
There is my village, there is Serbia.
There is my village, there is Serbia.
There, far away, where the yellow lemon blooms,
There was the Serbian Army's only path.
There was the Serbian Army's only path.
There, far away, where the white lily blooms,
There, together, father and son gave their lives.
There, together, father and son gave their lives.
There, where the silent Morava travels,
There my icon remained, and my family saint.
There my icon remained, and my family saint.
There, where the Timok hails Veljko's city,
There they burned down my church, where I married when I was young.
There they burned down my church, where I married when I was young.
With my homeland far away, I lived on Corfu,
but I proudly cheered: Long Live Serbia!
but I proudly cheered: Long Live Serbia!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tamo_daleko
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serbian_Campaign_(World_War_I)
crnitrn:
Milutin Bojić
Plava Grobnica / Blue tomb
Hail to you, imperial galleys! Restrain your mighty rudders!
Stroke your oars silently!
I'm proudly officiating a sublime Requiem in the chill
of the night
Upon these sacred waters.
Here at the bottom, where seashells tire in sleep
And upon the dead algae peat falls,
Stretch the graves of the brave, couched brother
beside brother,
Prometheuses of Hope, Apostles of Pain.
Don't you feel the wafting sea,
That it may not trouble their holy repose?
From the deep abyss peaceful slumber ebbs,
And in tiring flight the moonlight slowly passes.
This is a mysterious temple and a sad graveyard
With decaying carcasses, unfathomably real.
Silent like the night on the tip of the Ionian Sea
Dark as a conscience, cold and despairing.
Don't you feel from your most depressing moods
That piety grows over this benediction
And the air fills with curious gentleness?
That great soul of the fallen roams
Hail to you, imperial galleys! Upon this tomb
my dear kindred ones
Veil the trumpets in mourning black.
Let your sentry, upright, chant the holy dirge
Here, where waves come to an embrace!
For the centuries will pass as the white foam
vanishes upon the sea without a trace,
And a new and great age will come in its place,
To create a splendid home upon this grave.
But these waters, in which was shrouded
the terrible mystery of the Epic,
these waters will be a cradle in Time of legends revealed,
Where the soul will seek out its Destiny.
Buried are here once ancient garlands
And the passing joy of more than one generation,
That's why this cemetery lies in the shadow of waves
Between the bosom of the sea and the vault celestial.
Hail to you, imperial galleys! Extinguish the torches,
Let the oars come to a blustering rest,
And when the Requiem prayers are said, steal away
into the dark night
inaudibly and with reverential awe.
I wish for the eternal silence to rule
and for the glorious dead to hear the noise of Battles,
And rejoice in our cries of victory, as we cast ourselves beneath
the wings of Glory upon the fields vermillion with blood.
For, there far away, battles sway
With the same blood that emanates from this resting-place:
Here above the eye of the resting lords,
There before the son's history is made.
That's why I seek peace, to officiate a Requiem
without words, without tears and quiet sighs,
Mingle with the odor of powder, the perfume of incense
As we hear resound the far noise of the cannon.
Hail to you, imperial galleys! In the name
of a conscientious fast
Glide lightly upon these sacred waters.
A Requiem I'm officiating, one that heavens
have yet to see upon these sacred waters!
(Translated by Mihajlo M. Petrović)
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Plava_Grobnica
crnitrn:
Sorrow, Zare, let's Sorrow
Sorrow[1], Zare, let's sorrow, how shall we separate,
you from me, me from you, I shall go far away.
I shall go far away, to far away white[2] Vranje,
I shall sign up for the komita (3), for the komita, a young komita.
Then shall I take a kingly saber and all those kingly weaponry,
then shall I go away to Pčinja, away to Pčinja in Preševo kaza,
then shall I cross Vardar water, Vardar water so large,
I shall fight with those Turks, with those Turk Arnauts.
Sorrow[1], cry, let's sorrow, when the sun will warm,
when the sun will warm you think it's from G-d,
you shall know that it is mine, it is mine white[2] face,
you shall know that it is mine, it is mine white[2] face.
When the wind blows you think it's from G-d,
then you say it's mine, it's mine kind soul.
When the dew shows you think it's from G-d,
then you say these are mine, these are mine tiny tears.
References
↑ 1.0 1.1 Verb
↑ 2.0 2.1 2.2 White also means "beautiful".
http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Sorrow,_Zare,_let%27s_Sorrow
(3) Komite are special guerrilla forses of serbian army !They existed before the First Balkan War as a way of fighting against the Turks in the still occupied territories of Serbia (Kosovo, Macedonia...)! They had to change its name to ''Chetniks'' because of the Bulgarian predatory unit that also broke into the present-day Macedonia and did a great atrocities on the Turks and the local population, which are also called themselves Komita! Probably deliberately used the same name in order for these crimes were blamed Serbs! This would reduce the impact of Serbia in Macedonia and is more likely to Bulgarians occupythis land after the liberation from the Turks, what ater in the Balkan wars (1912-1913), and the First World War proved to be true! Komite (Chetniks) after the Balkan Wars, entering into the composition of the regular army as Serbian special forces and after the First World War do not exist! Consequently, in the Second World War '' Yugoslav Army in the Fatherland'' or '' Ravna Gora movement" was called Chetniks''
serbian army:
Great topic.
crnitrn:
--- Quote from: serbian army on July 29, 2011, 08:30:47 PM ---Great topic.
--- End quote ---
thnx
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