Everywhere I was, all alone

The trail of bread always leads somewhere else

transport thousands of roads I

saw the splendor and misery of foreign cities.



This green country over me,

When I drive down the road to Ljubljana,

I've got a love

I am here at home.

Look at Savo as I moved,

to the eye and mists in the mountains captures

Tears heart says that I am

here at home, here at home.



I sang the song and lied

Foreign Women in Communications hatching.

I was looking for shelter, but in vain,

the heart is only those who know him.