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Sv. Lovrec Pazin Sumber
Sv. Ivan Lindar Pican
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Visnjan Zrenj Paz
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Novigrad Grimalda Boljun
Karpinjan Draguc Lupoglav
Dajla Racice Raspor
Brtonigla Sovinjak Slum
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Savudrija Roc Brsec
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Slum – Silun Mont’Aquila: “The village of an old linden tree”


In 2013 Slum became part of the European Union. You can not change the past but you can try to learn from it. The main aim of the European Union founders was to build a system that could avoid future wars and future refugees in Europe as I explain in COSMOPOLITE.

Slum is a very old place and probably its name has Celtic origin. It is also the birth place of Slavko Zlatic family. Slavko Zlatic was one of the most important Istrian musicians of the 20th century.

I am pleased to post a song writen by Djordje Balasevic about a linden tree. It is a song about linden tree and life that I like and I thought it would be nice to associate this song with the oldest linden tree in Istria.

JEDNOM SU SADILI LIPU

Jednom su sadili lipu
stari Nestorov, gos'n Ceda i jos jedan
bio sam nov u tom stripu
komsijin mali kog su pustili da gleda
Stari nestorov, potpalivsi korov, tad rece mi
ti si mlad
ti ces dospeti za taj hlad

Jednom sam voleo zbilja
mislim na ljubav pravu, sasavu i silnu
vozio hiljadu milja
ko onaj ruzni Francuz u prelepom filmu
vukle me sine pod tocak masine
al' ona me spasila
sve je druge ugasila

Hej, sve to dodje na svoje
odavno pravila znam
samo tuge se broje
hej, opet tornjevi tuku na Svetog Luku
jesen je kriva, uvek me rasturi siva

Jednom je prosla kraj mene
sa tipom kog sam znao
tama da se javim
skrila je pogled na vreme
al' sasvim dovoljno za blues
u mojoj glavi
bezvezno zdravo i klimanje glavom
i sve sto vec sleduje
neka, lutko, u redu je

Jednom su palili lisce sa one lipe
dim je leteo do neba
na kom su (nema ih vise) stari Nestorov, gos'n Ceda i jos jedan

Ko nije drvo razumeo prvo
pa tek onda sadio
taj nije nista uradio
i shvatice kad-tad
da ne zna sta je hlad

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