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But never will you pick up my trail

If only people knew the life to live

Happiness is all that life could give

Those were days of dreams for me

When a young hunter I used to be

A bear!

Run!

All clear, Mr Mayor.

Who leads every revolution

Who gives us our daily bread

Who can be pope. king or sultan

And presides over living and dead?

It's a man. an intellectual

He is the cornerstone of progress

A gentleman. a professional

His biography is marvellous

He can change mud into gold

Turn a stone into a flower

To create is in his power

Honey. it's a man's world

You can build an ark

To save humanity

You can raise your little finger

To part the waves of the sea

You can build the peace

Or the Great Wall of China

You can read our dreams.

books and beliefs

You can make war

Transact a NATO pact

You can write history.

constitutions and poetry

But you do all of this

Just because of me

To conquer a women's heart

is the hardest victory

It's a man. an individual pure

For every illness he finds the cure

He builds railroads and great roads

Honey. it's a man's world

Without me

You're an unfinished rhyme

Without me you are

A sad linden in a desert clime

Cities you can build

or take apart

You can split the atom

but not my heart

You can make war

Transact a NATO pact

You can write history...

The Serbs of Bosnia-Herzegovina

have declared

that the murder at a Serb wedding

was a shot aimed at the Serb people.

Among conditions are demands

for an urgent resumption

of the conference

on the democratisation...

Where's Milos?

At Eso's. Where else?

- What's he doing there?

- He likes the cakes.

It's Ramadan.

He was there last year too.

He should stay away from that Esad.

Why? He's a good boy.

...the result of yesterday's murder

of a Serb, Nikola Grdovic,

outside an Orthodox church in Sarajevo.

Citizens were advised to stay home.

Although there has been no fighting,

gunfire has been heard.

You ask why?

Look around you. They're shooting

everywhere and you ask why.

- Don't you watch TV?

- It's all lies.

It won't happen, woman.

Folks are reasonable here.

The way you talk isn't reasonable.

Me? What's wrong with you today?

Veljo left a letter for Milos.

It may be from Belgrade.

On the table.

- From Belgrade.

- Maybe Partizan wants him.

In today's events, one citizen

was killed and four wounded...

He has to report within 24 hours...

to his army unit.

The army!

That calls for a toast!

It's the army, you idiot!

Hey, Dad, if only you were here

to see Milos off to the army.

F*** you and your railroad!

And damn me for letting you

bring me out here.

What's wrong?

- What is it, woman?

- What is this?

- It's a scale model.

- Scale model?

What are you doing?

You call this a life?

- Calm down, woman!

- Let go of me!

- You call this a life?

- Leave that alone!

You want a dead hero in the house?

Do you want to have a bust

made for your son?

You idiot!

It's not just military service.

- OK, calm down.

- It's a call to war.

- They won't get my child!

- Leave Dad alone.

I'm not going back!

- I won't go.

- Wait!

What is it now?

Upset Mother again?

- I didn't say a word.

- You did.

- So why's she crying?

- It wasn't me, honest.

- A Ramadan cake from Mom!

- Thanks, son.

Off I go.

Do you have a spark of intelligence?

Want to hear something intelligent?

- Yes, tell us.

- Come here.

That manager, Zurovac, called.

He made me an official offer.

They want your son to join Partizan.

- Milos Djukic!

- That's my boy!

That's my boy!

Milos!

Tomo's got something for you!

Something fancy and modern!

Basic training?

Just basic training, honest!

Filipovic arranged it with the army.

You can ask him.

Milos!

Hold on, son! Calm down!

What is it?

I don't believe him.

Not a word he says!

You have to do basic training.

That's the army.

Not even God can change that.

That's how it is.

- That's how it is?

- Yes.

How it is?

As soon as you finish basic training,

you join Partizan straightaway.

Listen to me.

It's all been arranged.

What's this?

Why the long face if it's fine?

Who has a long face?

You know what I mean.

What do you mean, long face?

Just what I said.

Why do you look so miserable?

Miserable?

Oh, son,

I was born that way.

Quick!

Here's Tomo Krtolina,

your Santa Claus!

Where have you been, Tomo?

Three, four...

Come one. come all

Come everyone

When I take my oath this fall...

Go to your mother now.

Mother!

Milos!

- Aleksic!

- Hey, Luka... Old pal, where you been?

I have to ask you something.

You're my only hope.

Me, your only hope?

If a soldier's your only hope

you're really in bad shape.

It's about the war. She's bugging me.

She says he's going to war,

not basic training.

- There won't be a war.

- There won't?

If everything goes according to plan,

we can avoid it.

Auntie's little honeybunch!

Where will you be stationed?

- In Novi Sad.

- That's not far!

True.

What's it near to? The battle zone.

You're as good at geography

as my old lady is.

I've been halfway across Europe.

Just eat. Eat!

I have no one here. Just my son.

And my husband.

Come over here.

I have something to tell you.

Oh, you're so funny!

Our chief's in Moscow.

If they let us,

the military could take over,

and put an end to all this sh*t.

That means no war?

- No war, Luka.

- Thanks, Aleksic.

- You're a real brother.

- Sure, Luka.

No war.

Excuse me! Come over here.

- What is it?

- Over here.

C'mon, give me a little kiss.

- We won't have a war.

- Says who?

Someone who knows.

That "someone" will end up

starting the war.

Luka, you poor martyr.

F*** women and their creator!

Stop playing!

Stop the music!

Stop, when I tell you.

Is Milos serving in Hungary?

Play one of our songs.

Good evening.

I wanna extend a welcome

to everyone here.

And I'd like especially to welcome

the Djani Rebus Band.

Give 'em a big hand!

The song I'd like

to dedicate to Milos

as he goes off to the army

is "Time's Up"!

- "Karakaj".

- F*** "Karakaj". Never mind.

Time's up!

I have to go into the army

So long. Mom and Dad

So long. good old godfather

So prepare my farewell party

And now for the knockout punch!

Momcilo! Momcilo!

What is it now?

The war's started

What are you doing?

What? What?

The game's on, sweetpea.

But I don't feel it!

Gotcha, you slut!

Godfather Rajko

Let out the dog

To watch over the house

Don't let the wolf

get his paws around

my Red Riding Hood

while I'm away

County Tuzla. village of Karakaj

That's the place I call home

Let's go now.

Anybody home?

Anyone to see the soldier off?

Here I am.

Where's Mother?

I took her to the hospital.

They're keeping her for tests.

That allergy come pretty often?

It doesn't go away so easily.

In some cases, it's for life.

Get ready. Don't just stand there.

- I'll miss my bus.

- Wait!

Kiss Mother for me.

Wait up!

Wait, Milos!

You see? Speed is important.

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