Belgrade On Champs-Elysees
my soul plunged into sadness
and this town becomes my cry
Belgrade in Paris
when I feel its beautiful avenue
singing the hymn to nostalgia
oh land of my youthfulness
my lovely Serbia
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mon âme plonge dans la tristesse
et cette ville devient mon cri
Belgrade à Paris
quand je sens sa belle avenue
en chantant l'hymne à nostalgie
oh pays de ma jeunesse
mon adorable Serbie
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