Whoever is a Serb and of Serb birth,
And of Serb blood and heritage,
And does to others what angers others,
May he never have the progeny his heart desires,
Neither son nor daughter!
May nothing grow that his hand sows,
Neither dark wine nor white wheat!
And let him be cursed from all ages to all ages!
Monday, April 18, 2011
Ain't no mercy on the streets of this town...catwalkin' doesn't pay
I ain't lookin' for prayers or pity I ain't comin' 'round searchin' for a crutch I just want someone to talk to And a little of that human touch Just a little of that human touch
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