#lado leskovar

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Vse Roze Sveta, Lado Leskovar | Yugoslavia, Eurovision Song Contest Grand Prix de la Chanson 1967

8th place with 7 points

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Lado Leskovar - Vse Rože Sveta

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Vse rože sveta ~ Lado Leskovar

Yugoslavia's entry to the Eurovision Song Context 1967, the song placed 8th after getting a total of 7 points.

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Yugoslavia 1967

'Vse rože sveta' (All the flowers of the world), performed by Lado Leskovar. Composition: Urban Koder. Lyrics: Milan Lindič.

How wonderfully depressing.

With snare drums sounding like a march to the gallows, Leskovar turns the ballad selector to 'fallen hero', and builds up the power in a Yugoslavian dirge that has flashes of hope but ultimately destorys the soul of our lead singer.

That's in the song, because the performance is fabulous.  There is a genuine sense of dread throughout 'Vse rože sveta' (especially if you ignore the crescendo at the end, which I do).

But do focus on that woeful mariachi trumpet. It leads into a spoken-word moment that is so artistic and dramatic it drew me completely into the performance.

Who says Eurovision is middle of the road bubblegum pop?

Points: 7. Placing: 8th.

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Lado Leskovar ‎- Potraži Me U Predgrađu

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Ova dvorišta puna neba i ptica udju, ko muzika stara, nekud duboko u nas i tu uvijek ostanu. Tu nas čekaju davno poznata lica. Jedan je kuštravi dječak uvijek u proleće tu, ti znaš zašto dolazi. Tko je nekada nosio prvo sunce po dvorištima, nikada sasvim ne ostavlja ovaj žvot u predgradjima... Potraži me u predgradju, na ulici, na raskršću, gdje ti je jorgovan rasuo perle, gdje nam je proleće dotaklo usne i pobjeglo. Potraži me u predgradju, kraj vlakova što prolaze, bićemo sami u svitanje dana, bićemo sami u pjesmama ptica, ko nekada. Drijemaju jedra od rublja i cvijeća, čekaju vjetar da nekuda plove. Čujes li - naše nas predgradje zove, traže te kuće i ulice stare. Potraži me u predgradju, poljubi me u sjećanju, bar onih sati kad ostaneš sama, ako me sada još imalo voliš - potraži me. Ti nemaš prsten sa našeg venčanja, al' pamtiš streju na kraju grada, bez mnogo cvijeća, bez vela i zlata, bila si lijepa i sretna ko nikad.