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Savo, my brother
Why did you have to die in a battle
Why did you left your sister all alone
My dear brother
Oh, why couldn't you preserve yourself
Of dying in a battle
So you wouldn't leave your sister without you
My dear brother
Its so hard to grief for brother
To watch the men coming back from the war........
Bite it, bite it my son
Just to stay alive
We are doomed!
Doomed!
We are doomed!
'Echo' Doomed!
'Echo' We are doomed
Poor us...
We are doomed!
Die, if you want to
woman singing folk song
Three of my brothers are burried here
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Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Dance!
Live!
Live!
Dance!
Love!
Love!
Dance!
Live!
Dance!
Love!
Love!
Love!
Love
Love
Live!
Take that off!
You wanna be my son in law?!
Throw away your weapons, Coward!
You coward!
Coward!
You lowlife!
Shame on you!
Coward!
Shame on you, you filth!
I pray you get blind!
Bishop!
It's Bishop!
Don't throw rocks away
That's the only thing you have left!
Woman singing folk song
Poor us
We are doomed!
Doomed!
Doomed!
We're doomed!
Why do you whine, Bishop? Who died?
You died!
Me too
We all died
Our unity died It died...
Here! I brought this soil from Russia
We will build a temple right here
And let our soils, Montenegrian and Russian
Become like brothers
Let us become brothers
Let us be...
Let us..
...be brothers
There will be wedding. -Mhm
And you will give me an apple -Mhm
I will throw it over the house
After that, I will bring a male child in the house
So only heroes will be born in our home
But to marrie this way, you dressed up in women's close, me in men's
You coward!
I was affraid to die before our wedding, you know that
We were still in cradles, when we got engaged
I don't mind for embarassment, I did it just because of you
Let's run away from here, before it gets too late
You will be mine, or you will be dead
Whats that? Grey hairs, Peter
Too early
You're catching up with me fast, my brother
Snows from Russia, I wish they will melt soon
The Empress expeled me, she banished me
Even there, I was cought up with fingers of our domestic quarells
The Empress is not whole Russia
She's not, I know
I pray the snows will melt...
I didn't came to whine, but to save!
I remember, our mother had a sliver neckless
I know
You plan to build a temple, that's why you go around like a beggar
That's why you came, right?
That's all we have left from our mother
I will give it, but not for the temple, make dungeons and jails
dear lord... Dear Lord!
I was hoping that at least one man will understand me, my own brother
I'm begging you Bishop! Lay off the cross, take the sword!
Are you blind? You're circuled by snakes and spies. Your life is endangeroud
Savo... Savo!
If I cut off even one Montenegrin head, we will drown in our own blood!
Hold it! This is your share
Do with it whatever you like!
Let the Bishop pass, let him to the bread
See Bishop, I have bread and gold, I'll give it for building houses, not a temple
Thats where are difference is, I give, you begg
No, it's not
It's not
You share, I collect
You divide
I unify
You want to rule? Just like your father?
Then so be it
Just tell 'em what you'll sell Montenegro for For Italian money? For Austrian gold?
Mirash, ask our Bishop what he brought you back from Russia?
Bread??? Ask him!
It's bit of soil you broght from Russia, Bishop
Do you think you'll feed the people with just a bit of soil?
It's not only bread that man lives for
And Russia won't turn back on us
It's you again!
Visiting around, pleasing people, anoying people...
No, no, this hands were not made for prayers
He who died from them, never complained
No, Bishop! It's sword what we need! A sword! Not prayers
You hands are tired, Bogdan
I'm not building walls and church, but Temple, symbol of Montenegrin unity
Temple? Unity? Ha, ha
You are playing, a? Keep playing
Let me try
Who gave you this toy? - I did!
God united me with my husband. Turk killed him. That's Turk's head
If God grants my will, I'll find the *** who killed my sons too
Do you see Bishop, how many Montenegrin widows are out there?
When I didn't have You above me, everything went the bad way
I couldn't save your sons, ooohhh, poor sons...
Poor sister Maria, for our brother Pero
Poor Yoke, Todor's wife, without children and without home
Poor self-feeding mother
Poor sister without her brother
I oblidge you with our suffering, Bishop
Make a temple, so there will no more be widows and orphans!
Keep this away from the kid!
They should be thought to love! They are fed by hatred anyway
Don't come near! It's the Plague!
Dear Lord! What Montenegro has sinned to you so much!?
Bishop, we know you can't help us
Even so, try to help us, or kill us!
Dead ones are the lucky ones
Oh no, you won't
Don't let him do it
No more Plague! No more Plague!
I must do it, or you will all die
I have to do it!
Let me kill him!
Move away, back off!
Dear Lord, we can't afford the seeds. You see?
Turks! hahaha Turks!
Hush
Austrian officer speaking German
Montenegrin speaking German
Austrian officer speaking German
Enough!, Speak our language. We want to hear how Bishop is selling Montengro
I asked : what conflict the Tzar needs warrios for?
He said: Whole Europe rised against French revolutionars, and he needs our men
Austrian officer speaking
He says: I see I came with the gold at the right time
Our children are hungry
Austrian officer speaking german
He says: You're dying out of hunger
I will save you! Thats what he says
Austrian officer speaking german
The Tzar pays well!
And besides that, there will be robbery in Paris, and other war prey
No matter where I'll die
If we lay off our bones there, we'll save our children of starvation
Agree Bishop. Take the gold Bishop. Our children starve. Thats the salvation
Please agree Bishop, I begg you! Think of the children
Get lost! Montenegrins never sell themselves for the death of someone elses freedom!
Poor thing, our deaf bell. For how long will you be quiet and forsaken?
My poor, exctint home, my poor quarreling brothers...
Whining
My poor cursed bell, why didn't you play requiem for our dead children?
Why didn't you bury our brothers?
For how long will you be so silent? Why didn't you build our temple?
Why haven't you united my poor people?
My dear poor sisters, without the sons, without the brothers,
and without the proud husbands
My poor Monte ***, why are you so covered in black?
My poor Monte ***, why are you so covered in black?
I curse you, damn bell, never to make a sound again
Give! Give! Give!
All of this... all of it... all
The ring, and all the rings from the widows
and my Panagia (Mother Mary)
...and the coins I got from poor people, and my mother's neckless, and the cross
I give this all to your hands. Go to the shore, sell it as higher as you can
And don't come back without a wheat, Montenegro must survive until harvest
Take this too! -No. I can't
Take it! -No, no, no
I will sell you too, Mother of God
Dear Lord... I will be the only Bishop who ripped off the Montenegro
Oh God. Now there's noone whome I could say to, how I renounce my Bishopness
When they hear for it... No, No
I don't want them to kill a Bishop. I'll let them kill just the miserable man
What? -OK
He is finished!
So thats who our Bishop is!
He makes love with a woman, while you starve to death!
He desacrated his position. and took your last money, like a thief!
He stole sacred Crown and Mother of God, and solled it. For what???
All for that ***! Mother of God for a ***!
Simeon?! How could you?! How could you!?
Tell them you didn't betray me, so you could survive (???????)
That's it. That's it. THAT'S IT!!!
You were always insane!
You don't know people, or how to rule them. I will give you the last lesson!
You'll see now the way it should be done. Look at it. Look!
You see? More boldly. Much more boldly!
Quitt it! Stop it!
Wait! Who do you listen. To whom do you believe? An Austrian spy?
Tell them for what Bishop sent you? - For wheat. - For wheat!
You hear that? For wheat! Bishop would die for you!
ust to feed you! Just so you could survive 'till harvest!
This is the last time! I won't save you no more!
I told you to build dungeons and jails. Why haven't you listen to me?!
Bishop, take us to Russia, to our brothers There are decent meals overthere.
You're the only one who knows the way, you were there. Lead us Bishop
Russians! Gun powder! We are saved!
Bread... Snows finally melted
...my letters arrived
This is "bread". - We say "bread" also. You say "bread" in Russian?
You. - Me. - Me. me. Same here
Stone. - Stone. Ground. - Ground Sky. - Sky
Arm. -Arm. Brother. -Brother. Heart, heart We say "heart' also!
Head. -Head Mother. -Mother
***. -No, Rakija -You should say *** No, it is Rakija
Pour me one! - We also say "pour me" C'mon, taste it
Rakija, rakija. - No, its ***
Great Pasha (turkish General), take me with you. I wanna become Turk!
I will serve you faithfully!
There is no going back for me!
My fiancee was defiled by Bishop
I can see you're a coward. And I don't need cowards and liars!
That's not true, Great Pasha, I'm not a coward!
I decaputated four of your men
You came empty-handed. That's not a way to prove your loyalty and courage
Go back and bring me only one head, to prove I can trust you.
The head of your Bishop!
Alright! I will bring it to you
Bojana
- Don't speak, I know what you want to tell me:
"Don't get close to me anymore, Bojana, I know I will never see you again"
Please, if you die before me, I will wash your body
I will ask you just one thing: If I die before you - Kiss me!
Now go back where you came from, and never step this road again!
Forgive me. Organise your nuptials
Stop the killing between yourselfs, Montenegrins
Step a side Bishop, bullets are flying!
Your descendants will curse you, if you'll ever have one!
Their tribe owe us a head!
Stop killing your brothers, I begg you! - Their tribe killed one of ours
Hey, take my head! Better you then Turks
Oh, my dear poor Mother...
You are worst then Turks!
Turks killed my father and my brothers, and you killed my mother!
Lord, save the Montenegro from Montenegrins!
From Montenegrins!. From Montenegrins...
Joko, are you home? Come outhere! - Who's there?
He knows who is it! And you know it too! Savo came to ripp his head off!
When kid reaches this mark, I will come to kill his father
Until then, I won't kill his provider
Don't oath in blood, Savo! Let this home be cursed forever
I hope it will be burned by thunder
He is so close to succeed completely, to unite them all
And then I will take it all from him
He needs it to become a saint
Watch! Watch and learn!
What are you up to now?
I'll make him a saint!
People, get on your knees! God listened to his prayers! He's a Saint! A Saint!
I am Joko's wife. He beggs you to settle for an end of blood revenge
If you don't want peace, kill our children Joko waits you on field of blood settling
Forgive me! Forgive for I spilled blood!
Is it payed enough for blood?
Did he pay enough for blood?
And now, is it enough for blood?
Stand up Joko! He returns your money, to convince you he is for peace
And he gives you his money, to convince you that he really cares for settling blood
He returns your weapons, take it!
To forever convince you that he wants peace he returns gun with wich he spilled blood
With wich he killed our mother
(Russian) I wish to write to my mother, but I don't know how to write
Why don't you ask officers to do it?
(Russian) ????? He probably asked them, but they didn't wrote
(Russian) It's not the life of a soldier, without home ?????
What you want me to write?
Where ? - In lawless country, my friend, with no schools and no jails
No hospitals, no police
Where we are nailed to this stone by powerfull neighbours
They wanna move us from the face of Earth
So we are defying everybody with all our strenghts, just for this poor little freedom
Defying all of them
There's no even time to sing, 'cause all of the whining
And you came to help us, faraway Russian brother. - Write. Write for the love of God
No, I won't forget that!. And Montenegro won't forget You!
(Russian) Coming before you is a gift to me, as a Russian ???????
(Russian) I don't really know what he says here ?????
I will write it down for you, and you will sing that faraway song of ours
Ok?
Take it
(Russian) Didn't catch the ***
You see, this is Montenegro. I draw it myself
I went accros it by foot so many times
And this place, here, it's Cetinje
It's where we are now
Who goes there?! - Soldier Barznakov
What are you doing here? (Russian) I'm here to protect you
No need for it Fyodor. I'm among my people If they don't keep me safe, noone will
(Russian) Somethinig about Bojana
It is probably because she is a woman
Go to sleep, Fyodor
Are they coming? - Yes, they are. I got warned by shepherds
Turks! Bushatlya is coming after us. For 2-3 days of walk they'll be here
How many of them? -Like always: If we all become salt, we wouldn't salted their lunch
Make the whole country arise and grab their weapons!
Satan!!!
I came to warn you: don't be concerned of getting back stabbed in battle tomorrow
I like you more then Turks after all
Its dawn you should be concerned of
I'm blind, I can't carry this rifle no more I was always in first rows of battle
Bless it. I'll give it so someone wihout a weapon. - Give it to me!
You're shorter then rifle. Where will you go? - Where all the other Montenegrins go
Don't you have anyone older at home? No, I don't!
Now I'm the elder! - Alright, then go. Fight my son
Fight for me, fight for yourself, and fight for whole Montenegro
Gentlemen, Montenegrin chiefs...
Holy Sinod of Serbian Orthodox Church, sentence your Bishop, Petar I Petrovic
As a teacher of evil and indecence, declares him unworthy of Bishop name
for not implementing church ceremonies, for selling sacred things of church
for spreading blasphemy, and for supporting atheistic rebels in Montenegro and abroad
Betrayal! Joko is a traitor!
Save us, Bishop! Save us
Aproach Joko! Let us share the leadership
Follow me Montenegrins!
Tell my brother not to build dungeons and jails
Bojo! Bojana! - Your brother told you not to build dungeons and jails!
Quick! What are you waiting for? - What? - Kiss me, I am dying!
Jump!
Bring in the dead
Call drawer of the icons to come
They said you were looking for saints to draw
You don't need saints. Make these ones come alive (through icon drawing)
Hey, icon writer
I brought you Judah (Pasha). He had some Montenegrin blood. At least a drop of it
Dance. dance. Dance!
Live! Live! Build! Love! Love!
Subtitles by: Djipalo Junuz
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