Lyrics:
Oj Drvaru, tri put si gorio,
a Äetvrti put se pokorio.
Mi smo Srbi tu bili veÄina,
posta pusta Titova peÄina.
PlaÄe oko, majko stara,
žao mi Drvara.
Oj glamoÄka sa kamena zmijo,
nisam više ono što sam bio.
Kožu su mi nabili na šiljak,
komšija mi bio Obrad Piljak.
Pokrenu se nova ploÄa,
žao mi GlamoÄa.
Oj PetrovÄe, izmeÄu planina,
ostao si i ti bez Srbina.
DruÅ¡tvo staro viÅ¡e neÄu sresti,
drugi sa na PetrovaÄkoj cesti.
Tu sam roÄen, to se voli,
Petrovac me boli.
Tužno Äuti grahovska dolina,
tamo nema nijednog Srbina.
Malo bolje kad pogledam stvari,
izdao nas Äuro pucaÄ stari.
Drhti ruka, piše slova,
žao mi Grahova.
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Lyrics (English):
Oh Drvar, you burned three times,
and the fourth time you were conquered.
We Serbs we're a majority here,
Tito's cave became deserted.
Eye cries, old mother,
I feel sorry for Drvar.
Oh GlamoÄ snake from a stone,
I'm not what I used to be anymore.
They impaled my skin on a spike,
my friend was Obrad Piljak.
A new record starts to spin,
I feel sorry for GlamoÄ.
Oh Petrovac, between mountains,
you are also left without a Serb.
I will never meet my old company again,
others are on Petrovac road.
I was born, that is loved,
Petrovac hurts me.
The Grahovo Valley is sadly silent,
there isn't a single Serb there.
A little better when I look at things,
old shooter Äuro betrayed us.
Hand is trembling, it writes letters,
I feel sorry for Grahovo.
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