Where murkas bloom, where birds sing, in the beautiful Draga. Where the gentian is blue, all the overgrown arrogance gently invites. Green draws me into this valley like no other, in it the auricle kindly greets me with a yellow shirt. And the top of the steep cliff, Kamen Castle, evokes memories, he remembers Pegama, smiles and thinks: everything passes. You valley green, blood-soaked, too expensive, I will always love you, I will never forget you.
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Nice words, nice song.