I just came across this and found it funny.
Hajduk fans made a song for Perišić, calling him to come to Hajduk.
I tried to translate lyrics with google translate. The lyrics are something like this:
Perisic, it's time.
What are you waiting for?
That you will come back, bro, you said that.
Where are you stuck? Split is your Mecca.
I'm waiting for "white smoke" to lighten up bbq.
Eureka! Hajduk holy grail.
Go back to the big ones, Tottenham is small.
Be normal, raise the morale of Dalmatia.
A mural is already being made.
Kings in Split, there is lot of them,
I guess you prefer them more then Charles and Camilla.
Come back home, it will be an idyll,
In the middle of the Poljud field
on your forehead when your vein pops out.
From the left wing when you start to shine,
Everyone will sing, call your name:
Perišić killer, crossings dealer,
There will be tons of them, we will all overdose.
Refrain:
And when you come to me, and bring me back my smile,
All the suffering and pain of my life will pass
In sleepless nights, the North calls you to come,
and we will start together to live our dreams.
Perisic, it's time. Say "YES".
And don't ever again put on yourself
Wrong white jersey.
Nothing PES, only Fifa 23,
playing with Hajduk and you are in the team.
And after that, I go to sleep all day
because, in white jersey, you come to my dreams.
And if it becomes java, I won't sleep anymore,
Poljud will be a volcano, Hajduk will be a lava.
Left leg, a gift from God,
accurate cross, powerful on the run.
You collect points, like a fishing boat fish,
You play with great ease.
Come home, enter in the plain,
come to the sun, leave the rain.
You are Tarzan, and Hajduk is your Jane,
Leko is your Conte, and Livaja is your Kane.
Refrain
St. Duje and Emperor Diocletian
both agree, that Ivan should come.
All left and right (political parties), both younger and older,
And grandmothers at the market and at the sand shop.
Grandpa shouts out, from the bench in the shade:
"London is nothing, compared to Split".
Ref
Perisic, it's time.
