Za Prastova é uma das canções mais conhecidas da cultura romanslava, e que também dá título ao (até agora) único curso do idioma para estrangeiros. Ela foi composta originalmente na década de 1930, durante o regime de Smelnik, por ocasião dos IV Jogos Intercontinentais de Amizade entre os Povos, sediados na capital. A canção de exaltação à cidade tornou-se tão popular que, mesmo com o fim do regime, continua sendo cantada pelas novas gerações.
Original lyrics[]
“Za Prastova!”
(N. Aleksandrovič)
Juz idut za Pariš
Juz idut za Munix
Anko idut za gigancka Moskova
Ošte idut do za Rum
Anko idut za Štokolm
I tak plosti avtri dakdova
A ne xot in Berlina
A ne xot in Pekina
A nir ošte daleka Lisbova
Od neplac ne trovut
Nir mitast ke vedut
In ma mila lubacka Prastova
Za Prastova, za Prastova
Ungde pople zna felicitast
Za Prastova, za Prastova
Ungde tuti vivic in libertast
Na antikva Aþina
Xa nemaj ke rovina
I ničo tre bon in Genova
Diču sam od Torina
A egval od Medina
I kvasi oblivu Varšova
Turna Londer maršut
In Flovrenc baladut
Xut šoveti momenti in Belgrad
A nir Praxa logrut
Nir in Stambule putut
Po sintit eto ke sintu in mo grad
Za Prastova, za Prastova
Ungde pople zna felicitast
Za Prastova, za Prastova
Ungde tuti vivic in libertast
English translation[]
“To Prastova!”
(N. Aleksandrowitch)
I’ve already gone to Paris
I’ve already gone to Munich
I’ve gone also to giant Moscow
I’ve gone even to Rome
I’ve gone also to Stockholm
And a dozen others even so
But it was not in Berlin
But it was not in Peking
Nor even in faraway Lisbon
From nowhere I found
Not even half what I saw
In my dear beloved Prastova
To Prastova, to Prastova
Where people know happiness
To Prastova, to Prastova
Where everyone lives in freedom
In ancient Athens
There's nothing more than ruins
And nothing too good in Genoa
I say the same about Turin
But equal about Medina
And I almost forget Warsaw
Around London I walked
In Florence I strolled
I had nice moments in Belgrade
But nor in Prague I got
Nor in Istanbul I could
To feel this that I feel in my city
To Prastova, to Prastova
Where people know happiness
To Prastova, to Prastova
Where everyone lives in freedom