Under the mountains and the eagles' wings he drank water from a well
The waters ran and the roes would say: People, here is little Milan
The fire from the hearth warmed five shadows on the wall
And on the wall there was a red star, a white button and St. Nicolas
Next to the house there was a stable
In the stable, there - hay, and under the hay, a malyutka*
His sister had married well,
His brother's business was successful
But his father was sulky on St. Gabriel's day
He was talking solemnly with the words of their ancestors
My grandfather was hunted by the Turks, and yours by Austria
I had to hide from Ustashas' knifes, that made my hair gray
Again, it is time to defend Serbs with a gun,
Line up my children
Fazila was as soft as silk, a true fairy, only without wings
Her dad traded leather, from Visoko, to Gorazhde
In their home, always smiles, baklava** and plenty of food
She had four brothers, four limber deers
But their mother was praying in tears on the first day of Bayram
Her dad was talking calmly, like a Hajji*** from the ancient times
Children, we have to defend Bosnia, our own
A brother looked at a brother,
No doubt, the war is starting
It was night and it was cold, an ambush was set up proficiently
The action was lead by four brothers, four limber deers
The wailing echoed in gorges, the blood spilled down the rivers
They caught several young man alive
They also caught Milan's brother alive
The counterstrike, as it happens, was fierce
Serbian army was led by Colonel Slavko the Fox in person
The night turned upside down, the dawn never came
Milan was roaming the destroyed town
Looking for his own brother
But instead of his brother, under a lilac bush, beautiful Fazila was standing
You are coming with me now, the rules are clear
Your brothers have my brother
There's gonna be an exchange
Nothing will happen to you, if you are smart
But love often strikes where it shouldn't
And when you least expect it
And when love strikes with passion
A disaster follows
And usually, everything burns in flames
She was sitting in a corner for five days, like five hundred years
Five nights of fear, five mornings, without a touch
On the sixth day, a wild beast awoke in them
On the sixth day, like in a dream, the love was born
A gentle touch of the lips, destiny is a bitch
Did the little Turk steal your brains
Don't serbianship and St. Nicolas mean anything to you?
Do you want to get your brother impaled on the pole, relatives asked
Where do you live, don't you know we are at war?
She stays with me, fuck you all
And in vain the notice came that the exchange was ready
In vain her dad sent money
Come back our only daughter
I have the last word here, I am not leaving Milan
Cause love often strikes where it shouldn't
And when you least expect it
And when love strikes with passion
A disaster follows
And usually, everything burns in flames
Until the winter they didn't leave their small lair
Let Milan and Fazila be accursed, by God, and by people
It is said that some fiery devilish love kept them warm
It is said that one night, that hot love put the fire on the house
A horrible flame was burning over Bosnian mountains
And the army claims that their bodies were never recovered
Some old woman saw them flying like angels
America took them, a Reuters journalist reported
But he didn't know exactly who got an asylum
Milan and Fazila or Milana and Fazil
Cause love often strikes where it shouldn't
And when you least expect it
And when love strikes with passion
A disaster follows
And usually, everything burns in flames
Under the mountains and the eagles' wings he drank water from a well