Mmmm… Kosovo
On the field where the blackbirds fly low,
Old stones guard secrets of the past.
The horseman waits, the chapel gates watch below,
As heavy morning dawns at last.
Kosovo, where the fallen still stand,
Forever in my soul, through the fire and the rain,
No one can take it, they try but in vain!
On the Field of Blackbirds, where the iron bells toll,
On Vidovdan they answered the call.
Mothers burned candles through the darkest night,
As the sons rode away into the fading light.
Kosovo, where the fallen still stand,
Forever in my soul, through the fire and the rain,
No one can take it, they try but in vain!
Not for the glory, not for the gold,
But for the truth that their fathers had told.
When the hour had struck, they embraced the pain,
They gave up their lives so that we can remain!
Kosovo, where the fallen still stand,
Forever in my soul, through the fire and the rain,
No one can take it, they try but in vain!
Kosovo… Their names will remain.
Kosovo… mmmm…..