Zaboraviti nećemo

"Zaboraviti nećemo" (lit. "We Will Not Forget") is a song co-written and performed by Perica Ivanović.

"Zaboraviti nećemo"
Song by Перица Ивановић
from the album Перица Ивановић
English title	We Will Not Forget
Genre	Novokompovana
Length	2:56

Music and lyrics

[TBA]

Lyrics

Lyrics: Jedan dječak mali u vihoru rata Koga sretne pita gdje li je moj tata Tate dugo nema Majka ne znam gdje je Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sve Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću Gdje su moje male igračke za stola? Gdje su prva slova i moj drugar Nova? Gdje je mali Žuća, moja rodna kuća? Da li znade neko gdje li je moj zeko? Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću Zaboravit ne smem, oprostiti neću Neki crni ljudi odneli mi sreću Kad je otac čuo za svog malog sina Krenuo je Posavinom ratov'o do Knina Pa poruku šalje svome malom sinu Osvetiću tvoju majku, zeku i Krajinu Osvetiću sine tvoja prva slova Malu Žuću, našu kuću i tvog druga Nova Zaboravit ne smemo, oprostiti nećemo Ove žive rane opominju same Zaboravit ne smemo, oprostiti nećemo Ove žive rane opominju same

Lyrics (English): One little boy in the whirlwind of war Whoever he meets he asks "Where is my father?" Father has been gone for a long time, I don't know where mother is Some people in black took everything away from me I must not forget, I will not forgive Some people in black took away my happiness I must not forget, I will not forgive Some people in black took away my happiness Where are my little toys by the table? Where are my first letters and my friend Novo? Where is small Žućo, my home where I was born in? Does anyone know where my bunny is? I must not forget, I will not forgive Some people in black took away my happiness I must not forget, I will not forgive Some people in black took away my happiness When the father heard what happened to his little son He went to Posavina and fought the war all the way to Knin So he sent a letter to his small son I will avenge your mother, bunny and Krajina Son, I will avenge your first letters Small Žućo, our house and your friend Novo We must not forget, we will not forgive These open wounds are a warning by themselves We must not forget, we will not forgive These open wounds are a warning by themselves