One time my father
Returning home from work before
I dressed all festive
and led me to the square
I was still a kid and
I was only about five
but well I remember smiling world
and festive and happy city
I did not understand the flag
crowd , I knew only
something is important , because the father
I then embrace a strong
He said to me , son , look and remember
Ref .
I saw Marsala Tita
legend here , slobodotvorca
this man , and other combatant
Then I saw Tita first
In school days
o It taught us all
but life has explained only
The kind of man Broz
I was a boy , but
through music I was looking for the word
before a concert surged news
that may occur on
I stood a small
with a guitar in front of me all
my childhood , freedom , peace
brotherhood , unity
before me on , smiling, eternal
Ref .
Then I saw Tita second time
He was the fifth of May, the
Skopje took me time
at stations along the railway everywhere
silence and no pain
Bitola , Maribor , Rijeka
Niksic , Zenica , Bol
and every man and every home
regretted his soul
But I saw the blast furnace
factory smoke , wide field
cities as free living
Children and peace, and a flock of birds
And again I saw Marsala Tita
legend here , slobodotvorca
this man , and other combatant
all over again, I saw Tita