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C A7 DM Am Em Am E7
N'A Z''Tava Spock'oyno Pok'a, Am Dm Em Am
P'Vechod plucks the waves in the shore. Am Dm C.
T'a, my S'okol, in the Mint Enemy, C A7 DM
N'o strangue you born, zn'ah. Am em am em
For the stamping bonfires,
There are spreads of the tents,
You, my falcon, near the edge of trouble,
Take care of yourself, dear friend!
Black raven, mischievously disrupted!
Smells at Gari Relieve-night,
I do not overcome the forebodies,
But I drive it out.
And let the soul originates longing,
I know - burning will not be
You, my falcon, in the dosor, and I
B'UD WARKING YOU 'AND P'MEMN. Am em am em
And p'om ... am

(c) Dubravka, 1991