HOME 
Stone boulders that are laud in a song.
Sandy beaches with the lace of sea foam. Echo from the mount Lovćen, our Olympus.
Rivers, our mountain tears.
Lakes, our mountain eyes.
The mountain slender women, with their black tresses.
A shepherd boy staring at the sky.
A little fishing boat floating harmoniously with the ear.
Our home is seen everywhere.
Our modest home is hidden and tucked away.
In anger, it is just a pile of rubble and a handful of soil.
In our minds, it is our treasure,
where you can eat whenever you want.
Homeland spreads his arms widely and hugs you.
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