Prsti Prsti Bela Staza Eno Jebu Deda Mraza
“ Eno jebu, deda Mraza ,” the wanderer muttered under his breath, recalling the half‑forgotten rhyme. The old man laughed again, this time louder, and the sound rolled over the hills like distant thunder.
"A star twinkles with a blue eye high in the sky; the white path crackles, here comes Santa Claus." 2. The Parody Version prsti prsti bela staza eno jebu deda mraza