Tuzne njive naslednike zele
Mara i Lole · Other Songs - Mara i Lole
vrijeme ide, stari se polako
da l’ je, Boze, to za mene kazna
sto je moja kuca i sad prazna
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Svako jutro kad osvane zora
ja pogledam sa moga prozora
tuzne njive samo sto ne vele
da i one naslednike zele
Rodise se u svijetu daleko
ja se njima radov’o i cek'o
da ce sa mnom unucici biti
i da cu ih svasta nauciti
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Ja sam cesto pare zaradjiv'o
bolestan sam njive obradjiv'o
zbog toga mi moja dusa pati
al' ne moze niko da me shvati
Kako srce da mi sretno bude
ko ce od njih napraviti ljude
to me stalno proganja i muci
sta ce njija Svabo da nauci
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Rodile su jabuke rumene
i one bi da pitaju mene
zasto, Boze, tako biti mora
ja se pitam, nema odgovora
Tugujemo, pricamo ovako
sto smo stekli propada polako
hej zivote, moja sudbo teska
kasno shvatih da je bila greska
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Tuzne njive naslednike zele
“Tužne njive nasljednike žele” (“The Sad Fields Want Heirs”) begins with an empty house and a question directed at God: is this loneliness a punishment? The narrator looks over fields from the window each morning and imagines that even the land is waiting for descendants. Rural inheritance becomes an emotional problem. The fields are not merely property; they are a family future that has failed to arrive.
The song’s image is quietly powerful because it makes the landscape seem to grieve. The narrator’s home is still there, the seasons still pass, but no children or heirs fill the rooms. That absence carries both personal and cultural weight in a song about aging, family continuity and the fear that a life’s labor may have nowhere to go. The title’s personification—fields longing for heirs—turns a private sorrow into something visible across the countryside.
Mara i Lole’s regional folk performance gives the lyric a communal frame: this is a story that could be heard and recognized across generations. No substantial independent review of the track surfaced, so I won’t claim a wider reception. “Tužne njive nasljednike žele” is a melancholy song about more than loneliness. It asks what remains of a home when the future that was supposed to grow from it never arrives.