Текст песни Иркутский театр народной драмы - Югославия

Listen and sang :
& quot; My Yugoslavia ! & quot;
Above thy Holy Land
Evil crows flocked .
Sleep Valley , in the sky storm is brewing ,
In the heart beats an ardent flame ,
Lightning lit up the evil pozharishsch
Your orphaned land!

Here is your cross , your roses,
My Yugoslavia .
The white color of your gardens,
Gentle smell of bread plowed fields .
Your mountains, sea , rivers, forests
Cover the sky paradise.
Field of Kosovo and waves of the Danube
Do not forget me never!

CHORUS:
Yugosloviya , dezhis ,
Russian mother with you !
For your wonderful edge
Ready to get up the wall!

Listen and sang :
& quot; My Yugoslavia ! & quot;
Above thy Holy Land
Evil crows flocked .
Sleep Valley , in the sky storm is brewing ,
In the heart beats an ardent flame ,
Lightning lit up the evil pozharishsch
Your orphaned land!

CHORUS:
Yugosloviya , dezhis ,
Russian mother with you !
For your wonderful edge
Ready to get up the wall!

Yugoslavia !