Na dalekom Tibetu
Iza sneznih planina
Postoji jedna
Skrivena pecina Utociste tu je nasao
Daleko od dedinjskih vila
Naš predsednik Tito
Progonjen od stranih sila Ima nesto
Sto treba da znas i ti
Drug Tito je ziv
On ce se vratiti Ima nesto
Sto treba da znas i ti
Drug Tito je ziv
On se krije u pecini Svakog dana sa Kube
Stizu mu cigare
Salje mu ih prijatelj
Kastro iz Havane A drustvo mu tamo pravi
Legenda Bruce Lee
Dok u tisini pecine
Igraju domine Ponekad drug Tito razgleda
Crteze svojih pionira
Njihove male ludorije
Ali velike poruke mira I drhtava staračka ruka
Crvenu maramu uze
U predsednikovom oku
Zasijase suze
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"Where are you going, uncle?" the man with the red star asked.

"To Foča, if it's any business of yours."

"And where are you from, uncle?"

"Slovenia."

The sentry nodded. "And how did you get here?"

"I walked," the peasant said sourly.

"That was a long walk for a man your age, uncle." the sentry grinned.

"And what brings you to Foca?"

"I came to see a man."

"What man?"

"For all of my age," the peasant observed, "I would knock some politeness into your thick head — if not for that gun you're holding at my stomach. I came to see Tito."
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