Slavonian Lament
Johnsson
Oh gypsy woman have you seen
His right hand?
Have you seen the future of this man?
Passing through highlands
I went running from the war
They've stolen all my sheep
And mushrooms from my grove
My land is waiting for me
My land... My Grandfather's memmory
Oh! Russians
Gotta go home and fuck your bears
And leave us without your nightmare