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Hey, Alu, hey, Kosovo, my dear Bukura,
I'm sending you home,
home, home, home.
Oh, Kosovo, I'm going,
I'm going,
I'm going to Marguar,
I'm sending you home, home, home, home.
Oh, Kosovo, I'm going,
I'm going, I'm going to Marguar,
I'm sending you home, home, home,
home.
Oh, Kosovo,
I'm
going to Marguar.
Oh, Kosovo,
I'm going to Marguar.
You are my little darling Māli,
you are the strawberry of the Past,
you are the left shipper of my pastime,
coffee,
left shipper,
left shipper,
left shipper,
how is it not right?
Oh, Alu, hey, Kosovo, my dear Bukura,
The sun of my heart is shining,
The house of my heart is cold,
Cold, cold, cold.
Oh, Kosovo, my mother,
The sun of my heart is shining,
Your smile is cold,
My heart is burning.
Oh, Kosovo,
my mother,
The sun of my heart is shining,
Your smile is cold, My heart is burning.
Oh,
Kosovo,
my mother, The sun of my heart is shining,
Your smile is cold, My heart is burning.
Oh, Kosovo, my mother,
The sun of my heart is shining,
Your smile is cold, My heart is burning.