DEDICATED TO OUR FRIENDS JANISSARIES!

Day 2,713, 16:17 • Published in Japan Thailand • by EL FAT PADRE

As wild wind as fire
In the midst of a fierce battle
A warrior ignited
The village where he was born


Fiend had taken a son
From its mother's arms
Now that son curses his destiny
Because he is a Janissary

On the hearth in front of a desolate home
A old women was crying
Above her sword is raised
From hand of a warrior who want to kill her

Fiend had taken a son
From its mother's arms
Now that son curses his destiny
Because he is a Janissary

Please don't do it, my son
don't do it, have mercy!
I am your mother, because I recognize
Your a birthmark above a lip

Fiend had taken a son
From its mother's arms
Now that son curses his destiny
Because he is a Janissary

A young Janissary got off a horse
He threw a sword, he let a tear
Mother wanted to say something
But she kept quiet!

Fiend had taken a son
From its mother's arms
Now that son curses his destiny
Because he is a Janissary



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EL FAT PADRE ZADAJE UDARAC DUŠMANIMA!

U vihoru kao vatra
bojevima ljutim vođen
palio je jedan ratnik
selo gde je rodjen

Sina majci iz naručja
oteo je zulumćar
sada kune svoju sudbu
što je janičar

Na ognjistu puste kuće
plakala je jedna stara
iznad nje je sablju dig'o
ratnik koji hara

Sina majci iz naručja
oteo je zulumćar
sada kune svoju sudbu
što je janičar

Ne diz' na me ruku sine
ako svoje jade znadeš
majka sam ti jer prepoznah
iznad usne mladez

Sina majci iz naručja
oteo je zulumćar
sada kune svoju sudbu
što je janičar

Sjaha s konja mlad janičar
baci sablju dizgin pusti
majka htede nesto reći
ali ne izusti

Sina majci iz naručja
oteo je zulumćar
sada kune svoju sudbu
što je janičar