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Križ is a village and a municipality of western Moslavina, located southeast from Zagreb, near Ivanić-Grad. In the 2011 Croatian census, the population of the Križ municipality numbers 6,962 people, with 1,834 residents in the village itself.
The total municipality population is 6,962, distributed in the following settlements:
Kriz is an historic place and centre of "Ivanić region". The history of Kriz, or "Križ pod Obedom" as it was once called, is closely tied to the history of "Ivanić Grad and Kloštar Ivanić", even though Kriz has some unique roots, too. As customary in the past, the place was named after a sacral monument – the church of the Assumption of the Holy Cross. "Križ" (meaning Cross) is indirectly mentioned for the first time in 1334 when it was recorded as one of Zagreb Diocese parishes.
Archaeological finds "Sipćine" near Okešinac tells us that people used to inhabit this region very early in the past. In the fire that caught the old parish church in 1714 the central altar was burnt and six years later in 1720 it was replaced with a new altar featuring priceless wooden sculptures one of the most beautiful in the whole northern Croatia. Valuable are also pieces made of gold from the 18th and 19th centuries. Around the church there is a hundred-year old park created in 1894 as an imitation of the English landscape architecture.
tonight I'll dream a girl called home
and wake up in tears
all on my own
with the sun coming up
and my head against stone
balcony dressed and drawn
tonight I'll Dream a room so far away
frost pale blue
the colour of a perfect day
and then screw up my face
in the mirror
as I wait for the others to call
but if I don't believe in magic
and I don't believe in blood
and I don't believe in miracles
and I don't believe in love
then how come I believe so soon
in a cherry tree girl
and a dust blue room?
tonight I'll dream an hour so long
shadow soft smiles
and everyone loves me
to open my eyes
in a drag myself face undone
hard back into the world
tonight I'll dream a dream I dream
without even trying I'm flying I scream
as I practice the move
I spit at my pillow stained face
and the others all come
but if I don't believe in magic
and I don't believe in blood
and I don't believe in miracles
and I don't believe in love
then how come I believe it seems
in a girl called home