lyrics
o kranj, prelepi kransterdam
ti si moja domovina
kraj, ki lepši kot iz sanj si ti
kjer trava je zelena
in pušimo jo, cele dneve
tedne, leta, kdo sploh šteje
meje si zastavim sam
spušim šest, umru nam
ni je lepše čarovnije
vse je bolj, ko te zabije
sonce sije, mraz zbeži
smeh ostane, skrb zaspi
kdo je združil vse v eno
smeh in sreče src zeleno
nanj odgovor, spomni se sanj
spomin ne vara, to je kranj
ti si moja domovina
kraj, ki lepši kot iz sanj si ti
kjer trava je zelena
in pušimo jo, cele dneve
tedne, leta, kdo sploh šteje
meje si zastavim sam
spušim šest, umru nam
ni je lepše čarovnije
vse je bolj, ko te zabije
sonce sije, mraz zbeži
smeh ostane, skrb zaspi
kdo je združil vse v eno
smeh in sreče src zeleno
nanj odgovor, spomni se sanj
spomin ne vara, to je kranj
credits
from Skamele,
released April 19, 2012
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Giljotina Records Slovenia
DIY record label out of Ljubljana, Slovenia, Est. 2012.
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