... Stojim na mestu pod staro j a b l a n o ... brez misli zdaj srepo gledam v tla samo ... Razumem v s e rokovnjač moj Nande je So s kolom po čelu udarili me? Zbudila, veš, si nemo mi srce, ki v strahu bije, da naju razdvoje. Reš me, ta vrt je ves moj svet in tvoj Nande tukaj dober človek spet. (Polonica): Kaj naj storim, moj ljubi bog? Strah in groza, prihranjen ni mi jok. Sramota! Moj ljubi rokovnjač, ko ljudje zvedo, začne se trač... Močne živce imaš dekle zato, moraš zbrati se, boš že kako. Rabila zase bom še nekaj časa in krvavela tu brez glasa. Stojiš na mestu pod staro jablano. Kjer prej za roko sem držal te trdno. Rokovnjača Groge ni več zdaj, Nande gleda nate in na najin gaj. O Nande dragi, kaj se godi? Le ti, je rekel, me moreš rešiti. To je rekel tu pod jablano, in za roko me držal je trdno. Da ga ljubiti več, jaz ne smem? Zakaj bi bala se, res ne vem. Da ga ljubim, obljubila sem srčno, in mu v roko segla, tu pod jablano. la la laj ....
@@quequeintento I am not Slovenian..but understand 90 % of lyrics without translator...(slavic languages) You can try put lyrics in translator. Slovenian to -->
Pod staro jablano (Under the Old Appletree) from the album/soundtrack for the play Rokovnjači (Outlaws/crooks/bandits)(2012) by Miha Nemec and Nejc Valenti, created after the novel of the same name by Josip Jurčič (published 1881). N: Nande= bandit, outlaw P: Polonica= Nandes lover P: Im standing here, under the old appletree without thoughts, just staring into the groud vengefully I understand everything now, my Nande is a bandit, have I over the head been hit? N: You know you awoke my long sleeping heart, which beats in horror, that we might be torn apart. Save me please, this garden is my world and your Nande here a good person again. P: What shall I do, my beloved God? Dread and horror, helpless cries are not spared. Humiliation! My lover is a bandit, when the word gets out the gossip starts... N: Strong nerves you have my girl, so you have to compose yourself, youll get through it. P: Ill need some time for myself where I will voiceless bleed. N: Youre standing there, under the old appletree where I used to hold your hand tightily Outlaw Groga is now gone, Nande looks over you and our paradise. P: Oh Nande, love, what is happening? He said only you now can save me. He said it right here under appletree and he held my hand tightly. P: That I cant love him anymore? Why should I fear, I do not know. That I love him, I vowed heartfully , and took his hand, under this apletree. La la laj, ...
Vsi radi zmažemo jabko🎉
zaaaaaaaakon
Pozdrav za indijance Petru i Bojana iz Prevalja. Boki Jagodina
Vrhunsko!!
Nande ❤️
A res? To so Niet? Ja, hvala lepa, očitno moram res odrasti.
d best
Ka e to dobro!!!!
fajn je blo igrat z vami
Odličen komad bi bil, ampak v tako motiviko siliti besede kot trač in močne živce...
Lepo
Legen...wait for it...dary! Pa še vedno sem presenečen da so NIET-i ostali to kar so bili, karakterno in glasovno. Severa pa tudi rulz.
🎉
človek ne razburjaj se, če niso usi istega mnenja kot ti.
lej ce ti ni všeč ne komentiraj pa ne kvari uzitka tistim ki imajo tako glasbo radi
Poklon.
ZAKON
No a ste dojeli da ne opstaja samo Siddharta itd..
kaj je siddarta?
could anyone share the lyrics in english?? : D
... Stojim na mestu pod staro j a b l a n o
... brez misli zdaj srepo gledam v tla samo
... Razumem v s e rokovnjač moj Nande je
So s kolom po čelu udarili me?
Zbudila, veš, si nemo mi srce,
ki v strahu bije, da naju razdvoje.
Reš me, ta vrt je ves moj svet
in tvoj Nande tukaj dober človek spet.
(Polonica): Kaj naj storim, moj ljubi bog?
Strah in groza, prihranjen ni mi jok.
Sramota! Moj ljubi rokovnjač,
ko ljudje zvedo, začne se trač...
Močne živce imaš dekle zato,
moraš zbrati se, boš že kako.
Rabila zase bom še nekaj časa
in krvavela tu brez glasa.
Stojiš na mestu pod staro jablano.
Kjer prej za roko sem držal te trdno.
Rokovnjača Groge ni več zdaj,
Nande gleda nate in na najin gaj.
O Nande dragi, kaj se godi?
Le ti, je rekel, me moreš rešiti.
To je rekel tu pod jablano,
in za roko me držal je trdno.
Da ga ljubiti več, jaz ne smem?
Zakaj bi bala se, res ne vem.
Da ga ljubim, obljubila sem srčno,
in mu v roko segla, tu pod jablano.
la la laj ....
@@WolfmanJJJ 😂thanks anyways
@@quequeintento I am not Slovenian..but understand 90 % of lyrics without translator...(slavic languages) You can try put lyrics in translator. Slovenian to -->
Pod staro jablano (Under the Old Appletree) from the album/soundtrack for the play Rokovnjači (Outlaws/crooks/bandits)(2012) by Miha Nemec and Nejc Valenti, created after the novel of the same name by Josip Jurčič (published 1881).
N: Nande= bandit, outlaw
P: Polonica= Nandes lover
P: Im standing here, under the old appletree
without thoughts, just staring into the groud vengefully
I understand everything now, my Nande is a bandit,
have I over the head been hit?
N: You know you awoke my long sleeping heart,
which beats in horror, that we might be torn apart.
Save me please, this garden is my world
and your Nande here a good person again.
P: What shall I do, my beloved God?
Dread and horror, helpless cries are not spared.
Humiliation! My lover is a bandit,
when the word gets out the gossip starts...
N: Strong nerves you have my girl, so
you have to compose yourself, youll get through it.
P: Ill need some time for myself
where I will voiceless bleed.
N: Youre standing there, under the old appletree
where I used to hold your hand tightily
Outlaw Groga is now gone,
Nande looks over you and our paradise.
P: Oh Nande, love, what is happening?
He said only you now can save me.
He said it right here under appletree
and he held my hand tightly.
P: That I cant love him anymore?
Why should I fear, I do not know.
That I love him, I vowed heartfully ,
and took his hand, under this apletree.
La la laj, ...
men sta pa igralca na predstavi to pesem velik bolš pela kokr Nieti pa Severa.
ti pa isto ne komentiraj pa ne zali mojga najbošga benda
Block TRR_A._ch
Sorry Marolt ... glede na ves ta shit se Habič obrača v grobu.
Habič, moj dober frend, ja res bi se obračal v grobu.... zagotovo.
Bi se a potem se ne?
Tega ne vèmo, a še noben ni prišel nazaj ter povedal...
Sramota za niet in punk nasploh. Habic se obraca v grobu!!!
Važn, da je denar...