My home is far away
white coffe and a hot bread
yellow quince on the cabinet
how many times it released it's smell
yellow quince on the cabinet
how many times it released it's smell
My little home (zamak) is far away
In courtyard(avlija) zambak still smells
But , there is no one to pick it
there is no one to lay him table (sofra)
But , there is no one to pick it
there is no one to lay him table (sofra)
And tonight , old and alone mother
talking to four walls
closing her hands , closing her eyes
dying in solitude
She only had one son
He prefered strangeness
others was more tempting for him
what he was looking for , he found it
others was more tempting for him
what he was looking for , he found it
She only had one wish
to see him while living - breathing
to wake him early in the morning
He's cursed from God and people
to wake him early in the morning
He's cursed form God an people
And tonight , old and alone mother
talking to four walls
closing her hands , closing her eyes
dying in solitude