Asim Bajramović
AT THE VILLAGE EDGE, A WEATHERED HOME
At the village edge, a weathered home
At the village edge, a weathered home
Zlata has just passed it by
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Her soul is filled with sorrow
Here she grew up as a child
Here she played when she was little
From here she left to be a bride
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The years went slowly passing by
But Zlata never did return
Her aging mother waited for her
She mourned for her and wept
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Through her tears, she kept on calling
But she never lived to greet her
Now that Zlata has returned
There is nowhere left to visit
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She finds the doorway locked
There is no mother to come outside
She finds the doorway locked
There is no mother to come outside
AT THE VILLAGE EDGE, A WEATHERED HOME At the village edge, a weathered home At the village edge, a weathered home Zlata has just passed it by ---- Her soul is filled with sorrow Here she grew up as a child Here she played when she was little From here she left to be a bride ---- The years went slowly passing by But Zlata never did return Her aging mother waited for her She mourned for her and wept ---- Through her tears, she kept on calling But she never lived to greet her Now that Zlata has returned There is nowhere left to visit ---- [ ] She finds the doorway locked There is no mother to come outside She finds the doorway locked There is no mother to come outside