| Lyrics: | Slovenian)
Socna je zemlja v vecerni goreci luci, strast blaznih
ocetov nas do
zadnjega muci.
Dali so nam oci, da v njih se pijanost pretaka, dali so
nam roke,
gresne plodove mrake.
Ljubimo zemljo bolestno, kakor so oni ljubili, ljubimo
nijh
sive glave, plodnost so nam podelili.
KRVAVA GRUDA-PLODNA
ZEMLJA.
(English)
Rich is the earth in the burning evening light,
the
passion of our mad fathers is tormenting
us to the last.
They gave us eyes that
drunkeness decants
inside them, they gave us hands- the sinful
fruits of
twilight
We love our land sorrowfully as they loved it
their grey heads we love,
fertility they gave
us.
BLOODY GROUND-FERTILE LAND |
