Toše Proeski "Efta purane ikone" lyrics

Efta purane ikone

Efta purane ikoneE mami mande mothodaAnde khandiri Sumnale SavosciBolenpe e chavora.

Efta purane ikonePale mende dukhanasKe sov sumnala phabonas e jakha,Eftato rovelas.

Pandz,sov, efta selbrsa,Eftasela thaj jek brsa,Eftasela mardimata,Voj rodel rudimata.

Pandz,sov, efta selbrsa,Eftasela mardimataVoj pe mande rovela,Avelala la jasva.

Efta purane ikoneIndardine soldatujaKaj si e khandiri peradiMande e mami vacarda.

Devla, Devla,Av amende po jugoDevla, Devla,Drrom naj lungo

Seven Old Icons

Seven old IconsMy grandmother narrated me about themIn the church of St. SavaWhere children were baptized.

Seven old IconsEvery of them had a souldThe 6th had an eyes which were shining at night,The 7th shed tears.

Five, six, seven centuries,Seven hundred and more years,Seven hundred and fifty wars,Cried for us.

Five, six, seven centuries,Seven hundred and fifty warsIt will still cry for us,Will we have enough tears?

Seven old IconsSome soldiers took them awayThe church is razed to the groundMy grandmother narrated me.

God, God,Come to the southGod, God,It's not so far away

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