My Red flower/Crven cvete - JELENA BOJOVIĆ & SORABI

Hej crven cvete prerasla te trava,
Pet godinica nisam tebe brala.
Kosovo mi pile krilom suzu krije,
Dadoše te pitao me niko nije.

A ja molim te…

Zbog ponosa junaka,
Zbog slave srpskog roda,
Zbog sreće devojaka,
I Božjeg blagoslova.
Ti nedaj da ti odem,
Bez krsta i bez Slave,
Ti nedaj Vidovdane
Da ime mi nestane.

Cvete moj…

Ponoć drhti svi junaci Boga mole,
Da s nebesa sjajnu zvezdu spusti dole.
Da obasja čistom verom sina Hrista
Gračanicu, Devič, Dečane, Zočišta.

Da se vratim…

Na Paštrik na planinu
Da jaganjci izjave,
Na Drimu da ih pojim
Da dragog mi pozdrave.
Što mač istine nosi
A ljubav mu je ime,
Na oblak crkvu zida
Da u njoj zaprosi me
Cvete moj…

Ej, anđele će crkvicu da spuste,
Na sred stara Dušanova bela grada,
Metohija sjajna zvezdo biće moja
Oče naša nek bude opet volja tvoja.

Oj, Božure
I život bih dala,
Kad bih tebe ovom rukom brala.

Hey, red flower, grass has overgrown you
For five years I have not picked you
Kosovo hides my tear with a chicklet's wing
They gave you (Kosovo) away, nobody asked me.

But I am begging you

For the pride of heroes
For the glory of Serbian nation
For the happines of girls
And God's blessing,
Don't let me leave
Without the cross and glory
St.Vitus' day, don't let
my name disappear.

My flower....
Midnight trembles, all heroes pray to God,
To bring down a shining star from heavens,
To shine the pure faith of (his) son Christ
on Gračanica, Devič, Dečani, Zočišta.

So that I return...

To the Paštrik mountain,
To hear the lambs voices,
To water them on Drim river
So that they send their greetings to my darling,
Who carries the sword of truth
And love is his name,
He is building a church on a cloud
To propose to me in it
My flower....

'Ey, angels will lower the church down
In the middle of old Dušan's white city,
Metohija, shining star, will be mine
Our father, let your will be done again.

Oh, Peony
I would even give my life,
If I could pick you with this hand of mine.