Post by Caslav Klonimirovic on Nov 27, 2009 6:52:58 GMT -5
Dedicated to Novi & Pyrros... Awsome Torlak song about Serbs going in to battle Ottomans... Turks & Arnauts.
Kulin Ban - Zali Zare
Žali Zare da žalimo
Zali, Zare, da zalimo Okolina Vranja
Zali, Zare, da zalimo kako ce se razdvojimo,
ti od mene, ja od tebe, ja ce idem na daleko.
Ja ce idem na daleko, na daleko belo Vranje,
ce se pisem u kumite, u kumite mlad kumita.
Pa ce uzmem kralsku sablju i toj kralsko sve oruzje,
pa ce idem ck u Pcinju, ck u Pcinju Presev-Kazu,
pa ce predjem Vardar vodu, Vardar vodu bs golemu,
ce se tepam s tija Turci, s tija Turci Arnauti.
Zali, placi da zalimo kt ce slunce da ogreje,
kt ce slunce da ogreje ti pomisli od Boga je,
ti da znajes toj je mojo, toj je mojo belo lice,
ti da znajes toj je mojo, toj je mojo belo lice.
Kt ce vetar da poduvne ti pomisli od Boga je,
pa ti rekni toj je moja, toj je moja blaga dusa.
Kt ce rosa da zarosi ti pomisli od Boga je,
pa ti rekni toj su moje, toj su moje drobne sluze.
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Grieve, Zare, let us grieve for we're going to separate -
you from me, me from you. I'm going far away.
I'm going far away to remote white Vranye,
I'm going to join komitas, join komitas as a young komita.
And I'll take a royal saber and all those royal weapons,
and I'll go all the way to Pchinya, all the way to Pchinya in the Preshevo valley,
and I'll cross the waters of Vardar, really big waters of Vardar,
to fight those Turks, those Turk-Arnauts.
Grieve, cry, let us grieve. When the Sun shines,
when the Sun shines, think of it as a gift from God,
know it's my, know it's my pale face,
know it's my, know it's my pale face.
When the wind breezes think of it as a gift from God,
and say it's my, it's my mild soul.
When the dew falls think of it as a gift from God,
and say those are my tears, those are my heavy tears.
Torlak kids singing the song...
Kulin Ban - Zali Zare
Žali Zare da žalimo
Zali, Zare, da zalimo Okolina Vranja
Zali, Zare, da zalimo kako ce se razdvojimo,
ti od mene, ja od tebe, ja ce idem na daleko.
Ja ce idem na daleko, na daleko belo Vranje,
ce se pisem u kumite, u kumite mlad kumita.
Pa ce uzmem kralsku sablju i toj kralsko sve oruzje,
pa ce idem ck u Pcinju, ck u Pcinju Presev-Kazu,
pa ce predjem Vardar vodu, Vardar vodu bs golemu,
ce se tepam s tija Turci, s tija Turci Arnauti.
Zali, placi da zalimo kt ce slunce da ogreje,
kt ce slunce da ogreje ti pomisli od Boga je,
ti da znajes toj je mojo, toj je mojo belo lice,
ti da znajes toj je mojo, toj je mojo belo lice.
Kt ce vetar da poduvne ti pomisli od Boga je,
pa ti rekni toj je moja, toj je moja blaga dusa.
Kt ce rosa da zarosi ti pomisli od Boga je,
pa ti rekni toj su moje, toj su moje drobne sluze.
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Grieve, Zare, let us grieve for we're going to separate -
you from me, me from you. I'm going far away.
I'm going far away to remote white Vranye,
I'm going to join komitas, join komitas as a young komita.
And I'll take a royal saber and all those royal weapons,
and I'll go all the way to Pchinya, all the way to Pchinya in the Preshevo valley,
and I'll cross the waters of Vardar, really big waters of Vardar,
to fight those Turks, those Turk-Arnauts.
Grieve, cry, let us grieve. When the Sun shines,
when the Sun shines, think of it as a gift from God,
know it's my, know it's my pale face,
know it's my, know it's my pale face.
When the wind breezes think of it as a gift from God,
and say it's my, it's my mild soul.
When the dew falls think of it as a gift from God,
and say those are my tears, those are my heavy tears.
Torlak kids singing the song...