Pesna protiv maleri

This is a song against bad luck, it's sung to drive away evil and I sing it for you, my dearest, and you sing it for me sometimes

It's made of olive branches
It's made of golden truth
It's sung with a clean face
It offers success instead of defeat

Embrace me and kiss me with your lips
Cleanse my soul from troubles
I will gift you a song that I sing, I will gift you a song against bad luck

Let all my friends sing it
Let this song fill their hearts
Song, drive away these snakes, bring happiness to our lands