CONTACT: [email protected] Lyrics and vocals: Michael Leopold Bass: Vid Turica Drums: Karlo Petrović Guitar: Filip Vadnu Piano and synth: Žan Hauptman Choir: Jernej Šorli, Danilo Ženko, Daniel Rajh, Matic Jereb, Nejc Birsa, Denis Jančič, Vid Turica Producer, mixing and mastering: Vid Turica Recording: Studio Bejsmen Animation and illustrations: Jernej Žumer - Stokto Adapted from the composition of the same name by Vlada Kreslina. _______________________________________________________________ TEXT "They say time is money... Some proverbs seem to be true," thought the watchmaker after making a bargain with the army. These rifles are ordered by the old general, for the boys, as a sign of respect, the engraving on them shines: "Artiglieria di Campagna." The times are stormy, the boys are summoned promptly, they are all filled with pride when they are told that they are going to the front. They hand over jin vüre, small gifts, they hand over all the instructions to jin, as if victory is already in their pocket, the youth rejoiced in the war! And as befits such news, they went to celebrate: "Andiamo ragazzi, wine and cards, let's go get drunk on it!" But one of them, while the whole tavern was singing aloud, secretly licked the silver that he was counting time. And when he returns home at night, holding this vüro in his hand, his dear is waiting for him in tears, begging him not to leave, begging him, begging him. He replies to her: "I'll come back to you before you count to three," because the hero who is going to die doesn't believe that it can really happen to him. Cards are falling, cards are falling on the table, young guys on Soča, Nadiža. Falling, falling hearts and crosses, young boys on Soča, Nadiža. Cold Nadiža and a warm hayloft, you can hear the noise and smell gunpowder. Vüra ticking, infantry marching to defend the western landmark. From Beltinec to Kobarid, one of them, a young soldier, came to fight with his cronies, out of duty, not because he wanted to. And what all his eyes saw, he would not explain beyond that, he is silent about such things, because humanity never wins in war. Bija is in the trenches in the middle of the night, when she and the boys repulsed the attack, lying in the mud next to the pool of blood, where she notices the silver treasure. He picked Vüro out of the mud, a spark of hope in the middle of the darkness, life is sometimes like a card: Some give, others take. It's true that some people's heart has bounced off, but for them it's still ticking, determined to survive, to venture, time waits for no man. He counts down the hours, minutes, seconds, and with hope he thinks of home, and he really arrives when the war ends and the cannon finally falls silent. The warmth of the home stove finally banishes homesickness from his head... "Why, give him wine and cards... Goodbye to weapons." The cards are falling, falling on the table, young boys on Soča, Nadiža. Falling, falling hearts and crosses, young boys on Soča, Nadiža.