Vojnicka zakletva

Sing, mother, tears are flowing
Today you send your son to the army
Warm tears now wet your face
These are, mother, tears of joy

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If happiness has a face
Today it's reflected in yours
Your son gives his oath to the land
Becoming a true soldier now

Even your sister welcomed you, brother
With friends accompanying you to the army
Your old grandpa sits, a smile on his mustache
He's decided to loosen his purse

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Come on, father, lead the dance
This celebration is worth a fortune
You've gathered the whole family
And the best musicians in the village will play

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