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Ditch I'm digging
(Ivo Kovač Kaj, Miroslav Evačić)

Ditch I'm digging, I'm digging a ditch.
It will be done when it's done.
Ground is hard as a stone,
Old grip rust is biting.

Sweat drips, burns the eyes,
Rough handle squeezes the blisters.
Through the bones
Torture strikes.

A spade, a hoe, a pick, a shovel,
I grab a heavy mallet.
Dig it, mine it, swing it, hit it,
bite your teeth, gulp your tears.

I'm almost all in the ditch now,
how will I ever get out...
I'll dig a few more cubics,
even if I fall down.

Let somebody bury me here,
I had no luck what so ever,
Only pain I have seen
While up on the ground I've been.

Somebody's throwing dirt on me,
I wish he throws me some kind of drink,
A bottle of good wine,
Farewell, Podravina, homeland of mine.