Her dreams
Were the dreams of the flags of freedom
Her youth comes at night and calls me
Invites me not to forget her legacy
Her youth
Her enduring impetus
That refuses to let history
Shelve broken dreams
Cutback tenderness
To persevere until my last breath
With the bonfire of hope
Splitting the darkness like a bolt of lightning
Tomorrow
Tomorrow there will be a horizon of peace
Even if I have to hang
Mute, the heartless days that remain
Under the acacia tree
She is Lepa Radić
And her light comes every night
To whisper to me in a cry
Let me not fear
Even if I don't see it either
There will be a cascade of justice
Tomorrow
Yeah, Tomorrow!!!
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