Zove rodna gruda

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"Зове родна груда"
Song by Гордан Крајишник
from the album Живот дамо Крајине не дамо
English titleNative Soil Is Calling
Released1994 (1994)
GenreNovokompovana
LabelRTVJ
Composer(s)Баја Мали Книнџа
Lyricist(s)Баја, Лазар Пајчин Жељо
Producer(s)Мирко Пајчин

"Zove rodna gruda" (Serbian Cyrillic: "Зове родна груда", lit. "Native Soil Is Calling") is a song performed by Gordan Krajišnik.

Music and lyrics

This is a song about someone who left his homeland, but never truly left it behind, so he decides to return through Corridor. This song fits as a prequel to "Koridor slobode".

Lyrics

Lyrics:

Probudim se često noću, trgnem se iz sna,
Ostalo mi srce tamo, kod Prnjavora.

Zove rodna gruda, zovu Vijačani,
Idem idem tamo, gde se srpstvo brani.
Zove rodna gruda, ognjište me mani,
Idem idem tamo, gde se srpstvo brani.

Probudim se često noću, pred očima slika,
Da sam opet pored svoje braće Krajišnika.

Zove rodna gruda, zovu Vijačani,
Idem idem tamo, gde se srpstvo brani.
Zove rodna gruda, ognjište me mani,
Idem idem tamo, gde se srpstvo brani.

Moje srce tako hoće — tako biti mora,
Sutra rano idem, brate, preko koridora.

Zove rodna gruda, zovu Vijačani,
Idem idem tamo, gde se srpstvo brani.
Zove rodna gruda, ognjište me mani,
Idem idem tamo, gde se srpstvo brani.

Lyrics (English):

I often wake up at night, jolt awake,
My heart stayed there, near Prnjavor.

The native soil is calling me, Vijačani are calling me,
I'm going, going there, where Serbdom is defending.
The native soil is calling me, the hearth beckons me,
I'm going, going there, where Serbdom is defending.

I often wake up at night, images in front of my eyes,
Where I'm between my brothers Krajišniks.

The native soil is calling me, Vijačani are calling me,
I'm going, going there, where Serbdom is defending.
The native soil is calling me, the hearth beckons me,
I'm going, going there, where Serbdom is defending.

My heart wants it so — so it must be,
Tomorrow morning I'm going, brother, across the Corridor.

The native soil is calling me, Vijačani are calling me,
I'm going, going there, where Serbdom is defending.
The native soil is calling me, the hearth beckons me,
I'm going, going there, where Serbdom is defending.