@basika 18 November 2021 more from that month

This song must be sung which the whole diaspora knows in a foreign land many live there and the homeland of his diva They went to look for a better life they didn't know how much to water work there, master a foreign language and to dream of a native house at night ' A sore heart suffers there without her just dreaming when he'll be back when he will say goodbye to that stranger and return to your grandfather O stranger, the devil is your treasure there is no happiness without a birth threshold and riches all their various when without gender the soul remains empty Are your treasures worth that much? sorry at heart, these hairs are gray tearful mothers, father's sighs a look of hope fixed on the door When I come home to my mother on vacation people say - here come strangers a stranger there, and here they call can anyone understand this sorrow Our children were born abroad although here are their roots the alien kidnaps them slowly it is not easy for the heart to watch it all Where I belong, here or there only we know our sorrows I remained longing for home and relatives that is the price of that foreignness. This song accurately describes my feelings, namely my son moved to Germany, of course for a better life. But the biggest sadness, my granddaughter is obviously growing, I am not able to see her often. I was two months ago, maybe in a few months again. That distance hurts. But thank God for today's technology, so we hear and see each other every day, video by invitation. The last photo is an example, the symbolism of deserted houses, from which people move for a better life. I wish you a pleasant day. Ova pjesma otpjevat' se mora koju znade cijela dijaspora u tudjini mnogi tamo zive i rodnome kraju svome dive Otisli su zivot bolji trazit' nisu znali koliko ce zalit' tamo radit', tudji jezik svladat' a po noci rodnu kucu sanjat' Bolno srce tamo bez nje pati samo sanja kad ce da se vrati kad ce zbogom reci toj tudjini i vratit' se svojoj djedovini Oj tudjino, djaba tvoja blaga srece nema bez rodnoga praga i bogatstva sva njihova razna kad bez roda dusa osta prazna Da li tvoja blaga tol'ko vrijede zal u srcu, ove kose sijede suzne majke, oceva uzdaha pogled s nadom uprtog u vrata Kad na odmor dodjem kuci majci kazu ljudi - evo dosli stranci strancem tamo, a i ovdje zovu moze l' i'ko shvatit' tugu ovu Rodjena nam djeca u tudjini iako su ovdje im korijeni tudjina ih otima polako srcu sve to gledat' nije lako Gdje pripadam, ovdje ili tamo nase jade jedino mi znamo ostah zeljan kuce i rodbine eto to je cijena te tudjine. Ova pjesma točno opisuje moje osjećaje, naime sin mi je odselio u Njemačku, naravno za boljim životom. Ali najveća tuga, unuka mi naočigled raste, nisam u mogućnosti vidjeti ju često.Bila sam prije dva mjeseca, možda ću opet za koji mjesec.Boli me ta udaljenost.Ali hvala Bogu na današnjoj tehnologiji ,pa se čujemo i vidimo svaki dan,video pozivom. Zadnja fotka je primjer,simbolika pustih kuća, iz kojih ljudi odseliše za boljim životom. Želim vam ugodan dan.