Djordje Balasevic - Requiem
Kad god prođem ulicom sa tvojim imenom
pomislim na onu pesmu...
Već je godinama ne pevam,
stari refren nikom ne treba. A ljudi pesme kratko pamte, Komandante... Ostaće u knjigama i priča o nama:
Balkan krajem jednog veka.
Svako pleme crta granicu.
Svi bi hteli svoju stranicu... Tope se snovi kao sante, ej Komandante... Chorus:
Na barikadama su opet zastave,
svet ide k'o na praznike.
I decu izvode s jutarnje nastave
da vide gladne radnike... A gde smo mi, naivni,
što smo se dizali na "Hej Sloveni"?Djordje Balasevic - Requiem - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/requiem-lyrics-english-translation.html
Kao da smo uz tu priču izmišljeni... Vremena su nezgodna za momka kao ja
koji gleda svoja posla...
Nisam lutak da me naviju.
Imam samo Jugoslaviju... Sve druge baklje bez mene plamte, e Komandante... (Chorus) I svi su tu da dobiju na toj lutriji...
Na barikadama su uvek najbrži,
al' nikad i najmudriji. A gde smo mi, naivni,
što smo se dizali na "Hej Sloveni"?
Kao da smo uz tu priču izmišljeni... I prevareni... I kad god prođem ulicom sa tvojim imenom
pomislim na panta rei...
Baciće se, tako, neki lik
kamenom i na tvoj spomenik. Jer sve se menja, i sve teče... Čoveče
Djordje Balasevic - Requiem (Английский перевод)
Whenever I walk the street with your name
I think of that song
I've been singing it for years now
no one needs an old refrain
And people remember the songs for a short time, commander
The story about us will remain in books:
Balkans at the end of one century
Every tribe draws ther own border
Everyone would want their page
The dreams are melting as an iceberg, hey commander
The flags are on the barricades again
people are out as if t was a holiday
and they are taking children out of the morning classes
to see hungry workers
And where are we, naive
who stand up on the Hey SlavsDjordje Balasevic - Requiem - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/requiem-lyrics-english-translation.html
as if we were made up of that story
Times are tricky for the guy like me
who minds his own business
I'm not crazy so that they could wind me up
I only have Yugoslavia
All of the other torches are burning without me, commander
And everyone is there to win that lottery
they are always the fastest on the barricades
but never the wisest
And where are we, naive
who stand up on the Hey Slavs
as if we were made up of that story
And tricked
and when I walk the street with your name
I think of panta rei
Some guy out there
will throw a rock on your monument too
Because everything changes, and everything flows... Man