Montenegro

I have a tent made of starry sky
fine weaving
Let's go quickly because I terribly miss
traveling.

Come, bring all the unimportant things
all the little things
but on the bed forget your
weary face.

Chorus:
I lead you to a hidden place
between mountains and sea
where the mountain wind sings a song
the September dawn has not yet broken.
I lead you to a hidden place
where even at night there are warm rocks.
Montenegro, Montenegro, it calls you, it calls you,
Montenegro, Montenegro calls me.

I will make love creams for you
from mountain herbs
bring a smile and in a big bottle
beautiful weather.