Lyric discussion by linalka 

In the evening, the Danube flows White, white, white And my memory recalls a melody that pleads From the past, from the past, from the past But the flocks of birds bid farewell Our songs are mere words You jump into the fire, Yugoslavia! Without me! Without me! Without me!

Over the night beneath a hail of lead Over the fact that I'm not nearby Forgive me, my sister - Yugoslavia! Over the death beneath spring rain Over the fact that I never became a saviour! Forgive me, my sister - Yugoslavia!

As with a confused black-eyed girl You stand on another shore But to reach this shore I'm unable, I'm unable, I'm unable In the evening, the Danube flows White light, white light, white light And my memory recalls a melody that pleads From the past, from the past, from the past

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