I live in the country
Štrikova, lamps, commoner
Dust, alley, firangi.
It’s all the same as it used to be.
Grandma’s sideboard,
He stands at its place
And cake spot,
You know that round with the foot,
When the guests come,
Let them see her:
Let’s get lost.
I am here,
Where is the weekly lunch
At noon exactly
And everything goes in order,
Well of course
And Strudel with Poppy.
I am here,
Where else do they ride horses with alleys,
Where the kids of the boss play,
Where they are in the street,
Where young girls get married.
I am here,
Where the father in the house is the law,
Where is the mother’s word
To respect the must,
I love being there
And I will never leave.
I am here,
Where do you go to the dance on Saturday,
Where every groom,
Ask the young sister-in-law,
I’m here!
I am here,
Where everyone is driving with a fijakerom,
Where else is everyone talking
Help us
And Forgive God.
I am here,
Where you go on Wednesday,
Even “Mother in a row”,
Not to everyone,
Only for the air!
I am here,
In the land of the farmers,
Wax,
The Forest,
Where are you still
Baking a lot of rakija.
I am here,
Where it is always celebrated and sing,
matter, Zakaria, test.
Here I am, buddy,
On the most beautiful land
In Vojvodina,
Ravničarskoj,
Sremačkoj,
Pork,
Wine and becarskoj,
Here I am!!!
I LIVE IN THE COUNTRY – Nada Pavlovic
