[Intro]
Whispers ride the Danube wind, past towers weathered by rain,
Stone echoes cradle old regrets, yet hope drums through the plain.
[Verse 1]
In the cradle of hills where silks of dusk entwine,
Selva-evic wakes with a myth in each every spine.
Franco-Serbian rivers kiss a border of flame,
Names braided like rivers, forever calling by name.
[Pre-Chorus]
Let the old saints murmur to the brave and the unsure,
Let the drums of memory beat steady and pure.
[Chorus]
Selvavevic, rise from the seam of two worlds,
Where legends teach the heart to hold, not break.
Identity carved in stone, then worn by the rain,
Resilience a fire that never fades, never forsakes.
[Verse 2]
Markets perfume the air with saffron, pine, and rain,
Faces tell a saga of joy pressed tight with pain.
A shepherd and a painter share a sky of shared fate,
They stitch a common dream from each uncertain plate.
[Pre-Chorus]
Let the old songs soften the fear into a shield,
Let courage be the compass when wounds will not yield.
[Chorus]
Selvavevic, rise from the seam of two worlds,
Where legends teach the heart to hold, not break.
Identity carved in stone, then worn by the rain,
Resilience a fire that never fades, never forsakes.
[Bridge]
Between Belgrade bells and Parisian dawns we stand,
A tapestry of voices, a chorus hand in hand.
To differences we owe a strength, not a chain,
In every whispered vow, we learn to breathe again.
[Chorus]
Selvavevic, rise from the seam of two worlds,
Where legends teach the heart to hold, not break.
Identity carved in stone, then worn by the rain,
Resilience a fire that never fades, never forsakes.
[Outro]
So let the story wander through villages and streets,
A myth that holds the marrow of courage in its keeps.
Selvavevic—born of storms, tempered by grace,
A compass through the storm toward a brighter face.
