Mehmeda majka budila
Mehmeda majka budila, budila
ustani sine Mehmede
majka je rano ustala, ustala
secerli kafu popila

Ne mogu majko ustati, [bad word] sam sanak sanjao
sto si mi sine sanjao, sanjao
tri su me vile davile

Koje su sine Mehmede, Mehmede
seja [bad word] vezala
babo mi oci vezao, vezao
babo mi oci vezao

Ti si mi srce vadila, vadila
ti si mi srce vadila

Sometimes songs are written as metaphors for difficult [bad word] that cannot be spoken of openly. The deepest layers of meaning in this traditional song have been buried by unconscious repetition through the years, generation after generation. This apparently innocent lullaby speaks of a mother waking up her adult son with coffee and sweets. The son describes to his mother the disturbing dream he has had: "My sister blindfolded me, my father bound my hands and you my mother, were removing my heart. In this powerful arrangement, Kljuco brings the underlying menace to the surface. The song portrays the love and care of parents towards their children, love that is good and unconditional, but which often has another side to it. When there is no balance it [bad word] overpowering and manipulative in its illusion of understanding. As the sweetness of the original melody gently flows, a darker reality takes over.

The treatment of the material by Merima Kljuco is original and contemporary. Contemporary not merely in its use of techniques, but also in its approach of the songs from a different perspective. Both with arrangements, as well as with interpretation, a new dimension to the traditional songs is created.