@vaske75 25 August 2021 more from that month

Evo dragi moji izgleda da me ovi tmurni dani inspirišu pa dovrših stihove koje sam započeo predhodnog dana.Pesmu nazvah Tamo negde a mogla bi da se zove i Zavičaj. Tamo negde Tamo negde u dolini,gde prve jutarnje magle zaklanjaju sunce,gde se čuje petlova poj,tamo negde gde pčele zuje,gde se lavež psa ispred stare kuće čuje,tamo negde zavičaj je moj. Tamo negde gde vruća pogača se lomi,gde krepka starina mudre reči zbori,gde vredne ruke posao da završe žure,tamo negde ka zavičaju moje misli jure. Tamo negde o jeseni na svadbe se buklijom zove,tamo gde i vredan seljak živi svoje snove,tamo negde sve zavičaj se zove. Here, my dear ones, it seems that these gloomy days inspire me, so I finished the verses that I started the day before. I named the song Somewhere There and it could also be called Homeland Somewhere out there Somewhere in the valley, where the first morning mists obscure the sun, where roosters can be heard singing, somewhere where bees are buzzing, where the barking of a dog in front of an old house can be heard, somewhere my homeland is mine. Somewhere where the hot bread breaks, where the strong antiquity speaks wise words, where diligent hands hurry to finish their work, somewhere my homeland rushes towards my homeland. Somewhere in the fall, at weddings, it is called buklija, where even a hard-working peasant lives his dreams, somewhere all his homeland is called.