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Marko Mrnjavčević (Serbian Cyrillic: Марко Мрњавчевић, Serbian pronunciation: [mâːrkɔ mr̩̂ɲaːʋt͡ʃɛʋit͡ɕ]) (c. 1335–1395) was de jure the Serbian king from 1371 to 1395, while de facto he ruled only over a territory in western Macedonia centered on the town of Prilep. He is known as Prince Marko (Serbian Cyrillic: Краљевић Марко, Kraljević Marko, IPA: [krǎːʎɛʋit͡ɕ mâːrkɔ]) and King Marko (Bulgarian and Macedonian: Kрaли Марко) in South Slavic oral tradition, in which he has become a major character during the Ottoman occupation of the Balkans. Marko's father, King Vukašin, was the co-ruler of Serbian Tsar Stefan Uroš V, whose reign was marked by the weakening of the central authority and the gradual disintegration of the Serbian Empire. Vukašin's personal holdings included lands in western Macedonia, Kosovo and Metohija. In 1370 or 1371, he crowned Marko "young king"; this title included the possibility that Marko succeed the childless Uroš on the Serbian throne.
On 26 September 1371, Vukašin was defeated and killed by the Ottomans in the Battle of Maritsa, and about two months later Tsar Uroš died. This formally made Marko the king of the Serbian land; however, great Serbian noblemen, who had become effectively independent from the central authority, did not even consider to recognize him as their supreme ruler. At an uncertain date after 1371, he became an Ottoman vassal. By 1377 significant parts of the territory he inherited from Vukašin, were seized by other noblemen. King Marko in reality came to be a regional lord who ruled over the relatively small territory in western Macedonia. He funded the construction of the Monastery of Saint Demetrius near Skopje, better known as Marko's Monastery, finished in 1376. Marko lost his life on 17 May 1395, fighting on the Ottoman side against Wallachians in the Battle of Rovine.
Piel de ciudad,
Buscaré
Esquivar la soledad.
La gente va,
Y el ruido me distrae,
Me encontraré,
Otra vez,
Mil historias en un bar,
Y en el libro soy sólo una historia más.
Voy sin dirección,
Quiero dejarme ir,
Perder la razón,
Y en lo que ser,
Pues sólo existe el hoy.
Soy pasajero,
Yo voy donde quiero
Y no pueden detener mis pasos.
Soy un viajero,
Que salta sin miedo a caer,
Intentando encontrar su lugar.
Caminaré,
Sin pensar
Una calle y otra más.
Luces de neón me alumbran al pasar
Voy sin dirección,
Quiero dejarme ir,
Perder la razón,
Y en lo que sé,
Pues sólo existe el hoy.
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Yo voy donde quiero
Y no pueden detener mis pasos.
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Que salta sin miedo a caer,
Intentando encontrar su lugar. (uhh uhh)
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Yo voy donde quiero
Y no pueden detener mis pasos. (mis pasos)
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Que salta sin miedo a caer,
Intentando encontrar su lugar. (uhh ohh)
(Soy pasajero,
Yo voy donde quiero)
(Soy pasajero,
Yo voy donde quiero)
Y no pueden detener mis pasos!
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Yo voy donde quiero)
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