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this is so sad song,it is Croatian but i translated it on English it is called Maria,the singers name is Shorty

     This is the song

What with ducats, when youth disappears u hart full with pain,the sadness does not stop May white pillows, silk wraps What with ducats,when he was not near me.

She loved him, his heart honest, fair in hers eyes, it could not remain hidden witness is a pain,she was without anibody the whole village know for the love from this place they met by the old plums where horses were feeding two of them were like they grow one for the other he loved his horses,oak, plains Slavonian skies, golden corn, play tamburica svaku crtu, svaku točku na njenome licu each line, each item on the face of her Only with her,he would like to raise is kids he was almost a poor man but he was honest guy when they say desteny yes,she has already been received and stomach child on the way a Slavonian life is sweat but she was his he belonged to her they were happy even they had huge pain the love could not buy hands and hands ducats then came the winter, the first snow has fallen she secretly wanted dress,but he knew that lived modestly, but he was not sorry his blood, all that he has he would for her give pripared the horses to go through the city there five villages, the snow is committed to the fall on separation he sayed he muss go becous of work he thought when he returned she will be fairer than the young

What with ducats, when youth disappears u hart full with pain,the sadness does not stop May white pillows, silk wraps What with ducats,when he was not near me.

Still talking about the elderly, a juniors dont remember that good they r not remembering from the days horrable wetter like that to be just then at night turning back from the city everything is more suspicion that there is hope that Tonight he came to the house because the blizzard was strong neather horses are wanted, so prone to near earth what will,he must wait, left him no other but that the quiet time how whatever that should be more than one hour while the was lefting Osijek he thinked on hers lips what are making a smile with dress like a gift when he will nock on the door and fell gentle hands around his neck gled'o je kroz prozor, sluš'o otkucaje sata he watched through the window,listen to beats of a hour prompting, and how long will the snow to fall but just then, while the forecast was guessing In this same point in time at home, his wife was bear with a view to the door, solid hope that it will come hers shakes and painful skreams were cutting the night weeping and alone, because the pain like never hurts but it would be a lot easier to dear says that he loves her only God knew what was difficult sorrow calling hers precious to hold hin with hers arms he did not heard how much she wanted to be with him and that the last word on hers lips was his name

What with ducats, when youth disappears u hart full with pain,the sadness does not stop May white pillows, silk wraps What with ducats,when he was not near me.

Already it was near noon when he came to the village he reglete the horses and once again with the flog kicked in his hand firmly held that the dress he bought when they see in the distance in black the world is gathered and recognizes brothers, mother and dad and yet half of the village, but why are all the reward and why is out of the house heard a cry throughout fracas but he did not ask question, Mary is not with us said his mom is, barely somehow through tears When he run in house, around her black bluze he took her body,he wisperd to rise tears from his eyes were not able to stop fell on hiss knees wispering ny beloved he cryed his soul it hurted him more and more and he yeld why God and that life is not fair but the heart was found comfort when he saw a daughter born he received her in his arms, his child blow up the darkness he said thou shalt be called Mary, in memory of mom he kissed a small lady, put on the body dearly to dress a dress, angels wear white they say he buried under the old plums kissing dayly tree where the name was drowed appear sadness from the fields, never colder winter only memories turned me back to alive

What with ducats, when youth disappears u hart full with pain,the sadness does not stop May white pillows, silk wraps What with ducats,when he was not near me.