Zabela near Pozarevac,
The birthplace of the president
His endowment
And his faithful image
The day is white, the dawn is red
I am personally judged by the boss
The dawn is red the day is getting white,
And I'm sitting in Zabela
He said how long ago
"No one is allowed to beat you."
Then they beat us all
We wouldn't did we shut up
He wins first place
Unreachable in the table
Because he holds the rest
Locked in Zabela
It's the same kind of thing,
They called her freedom
They just seduced you
Don't think about Zabela
"There are days and days
They are waiting for you
There are still many partisans
But who the fuck "

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