Socna je zemlja v vecerni goreci luci,
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strast blaznih ocetov nas do zadnjega muci.
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Dali so nam oci, da v njih se pijanost pretaka,
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dali so nam roke, gresne plodove mrake.
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Ljubimo zemljo bolestno, kakor so oni ljubili,
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ljubimo nijh sive glave, plodnost so nam podelili.
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KRVAVA GRUDA-PLODNA ZEMLJA.
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[English translate: Bloody Ground - Fertile Land]
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Rich is the earth in the burning evening light,
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the passion of our mad fathers is tormenting us to the last.
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They gave us eyes that drunkeness decants inside them,
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they gave us hands - the sinful fruits of twilight
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We love our land sorrowfully as they loved it
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their grey heads we love, fertility they gave us.
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BLOODY GROUND-FERTILE LAND.
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Krvava Gruda - Plodna Zemlja
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Laibach |