Duga mracna noc
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:25:01
And your folks?
:25:03
-My dad told me you protected them.
-You have a chance to repay my folks!

:25:07
-That's what I'm doing!
-I don't know...

:25:12
Maybe you're taking me out to shoot me.
I'd rather die by your hand, so help me...

:25:16
And what happened to yours?
:25:20
The first time they took us out to be shot,
I was tied up with three others.

:25:26
They tied our us real tight
with telephone wire...

:25:29
They killed us above tank trenches.
:25:33
I threw myself into a trench
before bullets got me.

:25:39
I think the wire tore off my hand.
I was too scared to realize it then,

:25:43
but now I see I can't
even be a Gypsy anymore.

:25:46
What do you mean,
the first time they took you?

:25:51
Ever since the Austrian border,
they take us out

:25:55
to be shot every day. They kill
whenever and whoever they feel like.

:26:00
My God, what have we
gotten ourselves into?

:26:03
You got yourself into the "winning" side,
and I'm on a death march.

:26:06
-Fuck, such is my luck.
-There are no winners in war.

:26:10
-I don't have a gun pointed at you, do I?
-I'd blow your stupid head off, you hear?

:26:16
Shut up!
:26:21
Listen, Mata...
:26:24
I'm going to find you a doctor
to take care of that hand.

:26:29
It's already taken care of.
:26:32
I got rid of it along the way,
:26:36
but I'm still carrying
around my tamburitza.


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