One evening we followed the Franc Urbanc Male Voice Choir around the delightful village of Stara Fuzina:
It didn’t matter that we couldn’t understand the words.
One of their songs seemed to be about oil containers; it can be heard here: oil-a-drum
It cost us nothing, and we were utterly charmed.
It didn’t matter that we couldn’t understand the words.
One of their songs seemed to be about oil containers; it can be heard here: oil-a-drum
It cost us nothing, and we were utterly charmed.
The choir departed.
We drank beer, fairly cheaply, and sat outside the pub singing English songs.
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