Zaplakala stara majka Dzafer begova - Himzo Polovina & Dusanka Labor

Mi nismo tako mali Svi znamo ko je Marley I ja bi bio taki Da sam rodjen na Jamajki Ref. 2x Majko Jamajko Majko Jamajko O ja bi na Jamajku Da vidim staru majku Da vidim sta mi radi I da li gandzu sadi Ref. 2x Majko Jamajko Majko Jamajko

U lijepom starom gradu Visegradu Gdje duboka Drina vjekovima tece Ostade mi samo tuzna uspomena Asikovah s dragom skoro svako vece Ostade mi samo tuzna uspomena Asikovah s dragom skoro svako vece Visegrade grade, gdje je moja draga Ko da sa mnom nikad sretna nije bila Gledao sam Drinu dok me je ljubila Zar je nasu ljubav vec zaboravila Gledao sam Drinu dok me je ljubila Zar je nasu ljubav vec zaboravila Pa i jutro slusam, pjevaju slavuji Na Bikavcu brdu grada Visegrada Ustaj curo mala, ruzo procvjetala Vec je zora rana Drinu obasjala Ustaj curo mala, ruzo procvjetala Vec je zora rana Drinu obasjala Evo sam ti dosao, sjedim na Bikavcu Slusam Drina kuci, novi dan se sprema Sve je kao nekad, pjevaju slavuji Samo tebe draga na Bikavcu nema Ostade mi samo tuzna uspomen

Well I'm not known for my spiritual ways I'm known by the sweat of my brow My back is strong I was born to contend With the land by the blade of a plow Cursed is the land from beginning to end Blessed is the man who'll not yield For God takes pleasure in those who pursue Him in the midst of their field Through blood and marrow Dust and rain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain I have the rhythm of John Henry's hammer Pulsing like fire through my veins I'll never regret any days of my labor This freedom that some think are chains So I'll sink my hands down into the soil Plant seeds for bread and for wine And I'll sing a song for my wife and my children When I come home every night Through blood and marrow Dust and rain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain Despite my attempts To avoid this affliction I've failed to resist this earthly thorn It turns like a screw into all my revelation Twisting my sinew and bone So I'll drag my leg slowly behind me Through fields that will always be stained It's true that I've lost ones I love In the meantime, I will not labor in vain Through blood and marrow Dust and rain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain I hear heaven calling my name Of sorrow, I am not afraid I was not born to labor in vain