Milan Mića Petrović -Pozdrav vojvodi Pećancu i Skopljancu | Greetings to duke Pećanac and Skopljanac

Ovo izdanje pesme opevano je od strane Milana Miće Petrovića. Sve njegove pesme možete pronaći na sajtu micapetrovic.com This edition of the song was sung by Milan Mića Petrović. You can find all his songs on the website micapetrovic.com... Tekst: Oj, orle orle, komitsko orle, Visoko letaš, more, daleko gledaš. Tri d'na stanav što puške pucav, Puške pucav, more, kuršumi zvrčev. Dali Srbija Carigrad uzima, Ili Rusija, more, Pleven* razbiva? Niti Srbija Carigrad uzima, Niti Rusija, more, Pleven razbiva. Već bombe pucav u Kozjak planinu, Tamo se bijev, more, sve Maćedonci. Komite ginev slobodu tražev, Družino bre, more, Četnici bre. Oj bre orle komitsko orle, Ti nosi pozdrav, more, Kozjak planini. Tamo je junak Kosta Pećanac, I sa njime hrabri, more, Đorđe Skopljanac. Tamo se velika krvca lije, Za slobodu, more, Stare Srbije. Stare Srbije i Maćedonije, Družino bre, more, ustaši bre. Lyrics: Oh, eagle, eagle, komita eagle, You fly high, you gaze afar. For three days I stood my ground as rifles fired, Rifles fired, and bullets whistled by. Is Serbia taking Constantinople, Or is Russia breaking through at Plevna? Neither is Serbia taking Constantinople, Nor is Russia breaking through at Plevna. Instead, bombs are bursting on Mount Kozjak; It is there that Maćedonians are fighting. Komitas are dying in search of freedom, Comrades all, Chetniks all. Oh, eagle, komita eagle, Carry a greeting to Mount Kozjak. There stands the hero Kosta Pećanac, And with him, the brave Đorđe Skopljanac. Great blood is being shed there, For the freedom of Old Serbia. Old Serbia and Maćedonia, Comrades all, insurgents all.