Night is coming up, where are you moon?
Everywhere is darkness, my dear is lonely, can you see?
Flowers, grass, everything sleeps tonight
Hey towns, where do those roads lead me?
My shining star, ask her whom is she dreaming tonight
Her arms are waiting for me, or maybe aren't?
Tell the truth to soul but a lie to heart
Hey towns, where do those roads lead me?
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I am gonna write her extensive letters
From Zagora, from Drniš
Send warming photo-postcards from the south
From Banat, Bosnia, Niš...
I am gonna send her my photos
That shows Istria, Pula...
She should have even a something from me
To console, defend and keep her safe