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In my time you came into the world
And freedom did not exist
And the First War was over
Fiume had already been conquered
In primary school there was little to joke about
We laughed and danced only for the harvest
In my time there was no telephone
They drafted me
It was almost spring
And the radios were there they transmitted songs of fear
To be sung when it is evening
So I deserted
It was â43
And here I am: a vegetable
One hundred years without bad luck< br/>I leave the world that mistreated me
I'm leaving, I'm bored
I loved you, now I'm leaving
I was a communist
I had a dream, a hope
Goodbye, love. Goodbye.
In my time you didn't use cell phones
They enlisted me
It wasn't that bad
But the radios broadcast to us
Songs of fear to sing when it's evening
So I left. It was â43.