Ceca Raznatovic
Miscellaneous
Dargane Moj
I didn't cut my hair
I still let it grow after you
Let it grow
And I didn't move
Yet from the place where the swallows took you
My dear
When you come
When the trumpets sound
And everything trembles
My dear
When you come
He will know, and he will know
God will look at me too
I will fall into your trap
Well It's dark from the sun
And a stone will come from my heart
I fall out of step
It threatens to enchant me
Your room when I see you
I see everything
Who doesn't like the morning
But the dawn must dawn
My dear...

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