Yaskaaa...
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However, this one has to be my absolute favourite:
Lyrics in English, freely translated by me;
From Gods majestic blue throne,
The sounds from the minarets echoe
Those are the songs of my homeland
Where mountains roar and fields bubble
There, under the Una, golden beads
Over the Drina, a blue dawn
In the Neretva the sun sleeps
Down the plain the Sava runs
Dear, raw and harsh
Bosnia, on bloody soil
I guard you like the eyes in my head
I am your son, my homeland
I am your son
If the enemy attacks your walls
Into the dreams under old tombstones
He will face the Martyrs
That will shed blood for these mountains
The scenery is just
Enjoy sahib.
I never knew you claimed Columbian? Wtf
Spreek je Nederlands, senorita
schattebout yaska heft lekerre koetje.
They hate you because you're Columbian, they hated on me because I was Majeerteen
You said yaskaa has a delicious cow, but I know what you meant
HaterS gonna hate!
Congratulations to me for this platinum thread. You have opened the doors to insanity. How does it feel? Let's celebrate with this fine piece called "Doors of my insanity".
My work here is done.
Kkk arent you isaaq?Nope, but I'm not telling you my clan
Why would you think that
You're isaaq? Bro I'll stop messing with you, it's hard enough as it is with state of hargeisaWhy would you think that
Ik youre from wooqiye at least right?Why would you think that
Abkaal
Mudug menaces don't mince their words
@yaskaaa
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U wanna investigate me? Nope I'm actually think all of you guys are mad and trying to hunt me
Heard that song it goes harddd
Abkaal
Mudug menaces don't mince their words
However, this one has to be my absolute favourite:
Lyrics in English, freely translated by me;
From Gods majestic blue throne,
The sounds from the minarets echoe
Those are the songs of my homeland
Where mountains roar and fields bubble
There, under the Una, golden beads
Over the Drina, a blue dawn
In the Neretva the sun sleeps
Down the plain the Sava runs
Dear, raw and harsh
Bosnia, on bloody soil
I guard you like the eyes in my head
I am your son, my homeland
I am your son
If the enemy attacks your walls
Into the dreams under old tombstones
He will face the Martyrs
That will shed blood for these mountains
The scenery is just
Enjoy sahib.
Another song to my collection of bosnian songs, made of serbian tears.
I’ve figured out that the emotional beast behind that account is a girl. But she looks like this:
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Looks better than ur mum
So you admit it?
Don’t slip up my dear. That could be very embarrassing for you abaayo “Colombiana” :siilaanyolaugh:
