Adapted after a folk one, the song There at Pugled is burning was sang by Slovenian soldiers during the First World War in the Carpathians. The poem There on Pugled is burning occurred after the fights at Pugled, which was written by Ludvik Kukavica. The song became wartime partisan and later a folk song. Later Jenez Kuhar set the lyrics for music. With this song Ludvik Kukovica became known as folk poet.
THERE AT PUGLED IS BURNING
There at Pugled is burning, there are serious struggles.
Peacefully marches a troop of partisans.
All are strong, healthy, only one is wounded.
Wounded movingly asks, dig me a whole.
Rifle on deep, saber on wide.
Therein lay my dead body.
Leave my right hand out.
Therein lay my faithful rifle.
Let the rifle cry, if the girl refuses.
The girl would be crying, if the orphan would know how.
The rifle rattles, the girl cries.
Arise my love, dear, freedom glow is rousing.
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Pugled in located at the edge of City municipality Ljubljana, behind the village Veliki Lipoglav. The hill is 615 meters high and it is forested, therefore the view from the top is limited. Ascent to the top is not hard, therefore presents a nice walk in the shade of the trees. [_Read more_]
NLS monuments at Pugled
The area around the top of Pugled is memorial area that was tidied in year 1976. Here was a camp of 2. Styria battalion and II. group detachments. At this area is pyramid hallowed in memory of four partisans from 2. battalion and memorial plaque hallowed to the struggle of partisans with italians in the same year. [_Read more_]
Ludvik Kukavica was born in 1908 in Zgornji Kašelj near Ljubljana, he died in 1982. On 16.7.1941 he joined a partisan group on Pugled from which the II. group detachment was formed in the year 1942. And right here he experienced his baptism by fire, when Germans invaded Janče; Germans had lost this fight. [_Read more_]