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Na brdu gori vatra, svi su oko nje,

Rakija se toči, noć je na sve – okej.

Tvoja ruka u mojoj, igramo bez stida,

Na ritam Balkana, srce mi se vida.

Feel the fire, feel the sound,

From the village to the crowd.

Trumpets rising, bass so loud,

This is Balkan, we get proud.

TRUBA

ajde, ajde, ajde

Lepa si k’o pesma stara,

Ti si zvuk iz kafanara.

Dance with me, don’t stop now,

Balkan queen, show me how!

From Belgrade down to Skopje,

We dance the night away.

With beats from old tradition,

And love we never fake.

Ajde bre! Hajde sada! Ej! Ej!