Shorty - Dođi u Vinkovce
Tu sam sretan,
Di čujem djevojačke pjesme.
Ležim u sijeni hrašča,
Pijem hladnu vodu iz česme. Pod penđerom mi snaše,
Sviraju tamburaši.
Di se uprežu čilaši,
Znaju me svi salaši. Di gori ona lampa,
Di onaj đemram škripi.
Tu će mi duša skončat,
Tu su mi dani lipi. Di grad mi je kirvaj,
Selo, prelo i rakije vrelo.
Di živim ko bećar,
Pa me znade svako selo. Tu sunce polje kupa,
Tu mi je jedini dom.
Tu kosti mojih predaka,
Sanjaju slatkim snom. Ne mogu to opisat,
Ne bi drugdje znao disat.
Od tuge bih umro,
Da ne mogu žito mirisat. Da ne vidim svog šora,
Ili svog sokaka.
Prije nego sklopim oči ,
Još jednom prije mraka. Tu me napravio ćaća,
tu me mater slova učila.
Ako budem morao otić,
Tu ću se vratit ja. Di je moja njiva,
Moja šljiva,
Moga konja grvia,
Moja krv živa.
Di rijeka Bosut pliva. Di pale svijeće za heroje,
Što su ginuli za boje.
Na ponos i čast,
Slavonije moje. I kad poželiš se ravnice:
DOĐI U VINKOVCE! Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle,
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske.
Zovu te, zovu ravni slavonske:
DOĐI U VINKOVCE! Veličam slike svete,
Što sam Slavonsko dijete.
Od glave do pete,
Pa mi iz grla pjesme lete. Rodnome kraju,
Mome milom zavičaju.
Di me ljudi znaju,
A zvijezde mi lijepše sjaju. Di se nebo lijepše plavi,
di su osijećaji pravi.
Na najbolji mogući način,
di se slavi. Rakija grebe ko slama,
Druga već ide sama.
Niz grlo u Vene,
Svaki put kad pisma krene. To je moja Slavonija,Shorty - Dođi u Vinkovce - http://ru.motolyrics.com/shorty/dodi-u-vinkovce-lyrics-english-translation.html
To ti je moja ravnica.
Razigrani vranci ,
Svud okolo živa dica. Pa kad svirne tamburica,
Lijepše od cvrkuta ptica.
Lakše je prebolit,
Bol onda postane sitnica. To ti je moja dika,
Svako drvo iz šljivika.
Ljudska mašta ne bi mogla smisliti,
Lijepšega vidika... I kad ne bude me više,
Kad napustim tu idilu.
Ljubit ću u raju.
Prelijepu Slavonsku vilu. Bogu smo dragi mi Hrvati,
Pa ću molit da me vrati.
Još poslijednji put,
Da gledam dok se žito zlati. A kad me opet gore vrati,
Zahvalit ću Mu prvo.
Što nam je dao komad zemlje,
Što je za Sebe sačuvo. I kad poželiš se ravnice:
DOĐI U VINKOVCE! Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle,
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske.
Zovu te, zovu ravni slavonske:
DOĐI U VINKOVCE! Klize mi suze po licu
Dok slušam tamburicu.
Kad prsti taknu žicu,
Ne dirajte mi ravnicu. Al sinovi tvoji Slavonijo sad te paze
I nikad više tuđe noge neće da te gaze!
Ginulo se prelagano.
Previše naroda plakalo,
Predugo je raj na zemlji ličio na pakao. Palili su naše šume (mi smo ih opet zasadili)
Rušili su naše kuće (mi smo ih opet izgradili) Ubijali su moj narod,
Al smo ostali na svom.
Da branimo svoj dom,
Jer volimo svoj dom!
I vjerni domu svom
Kad Sokolove zove:
Slavonija majka!
Pjevat će se riječi ove: Ljubi svoje boje,
Srce slavonsko je,
Rakija u krvi,
Ja volim ljude svoje. Pa svečana oda
Svira svetoj zemlji roda
Jer plaćena je krvlju
dok se sanjala sloboda. I kad poželiš se ravnice:
DOĐI U VINKOVCE! Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle,
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske.
Zovu te, zovu ravni slavonske:
DOĐI U VINKOVCE!
Shorty - Come to Vinkovci (Английский перевод)
That's where I'm happy
where I hear young girls singing
lie in the shadow of an oak tree
drink cold tap water
where there are brides just outside the window
tamburas playing
where sorrels are harnessed
where everybody knows me
Where the lamp is burning
where the well sweep is creaking
here's where my soul will leave this world
here's where I enjoy my days
where I love village parties
village, gatherings and rakija well
where I live a boyish life so
every village knows me
The sun bathes the field here
here is my only home
here's where my ancestors' bones
are dreaming their sweet dreams
I can not describe it
I wouldn't know how to breathe elsewhere
I'd die of sorrow
If I couldn't smell the wheat
If I couldn't see my neighborhood
or my street
before I close my eyes
once more before the dark
Here's where my father made me
where my mother taught me letters
If I ever have to leave
here is where I'll come back
Where my land is
my plum
my horse's mane
my blood is hot
where Bosut river flows
and where they light candles for heroes
who lost their lives for colours
for pride and honor of my Slavonia's name
Chorus
And when you start to miss the plane
come to Vinkovci
all my roads have long ago been covered by weed
I'm standing at the doorstep of Croatia
The planes of Slavonia are calling you, calling,
come to Vinkovci
I praise old sacred images
for being Slavonic child
from head to toe
so the songs fly out of my throat
to my homeland, to my dear native land
where people know me
and where the stars shine nicer
where the sky has nicer blue colour
Where feelings are real and
where celebrations are done in best possible way
and rakija scratches like straws
second one already slides by itself
down the throat and into the veins
every time the singing starts
that's my Slavonia
that's my plane
Playful horses
everywhere around lively kids
and when tamburica starts to playShorty - Dođi u Vinkovce - http://ru.motolyrics.com/shorty/dodi-u-vinkovce-lyrics-english-translation.html
it's nicer than birds singing
It's easier to overcome
pain then becomes trifle
Here's where my pride is
every tree from the plum tree field
Human imagination could never
invent more beautiful sights
and when I'm no longer around
when I leave this idyl
I will kiss, in heaven,
a beautiful Slavonic fairy
God loves us Croatians
so I'll pray to be sent back
For one last time
to watch the wheat
turn gold
and when he sends me up again
I'll first thank Him
for giving us
the piece of land that
He saved for himself
Chorus
I respect everybody
but I'm not scared of anybody
except dear God
Because he's the reason I exist
that I'm here and I live
I take pride in your name
unconquered town
standing at the door to Croatia
Tears are sliding down my face
while I listen to tamburica
when my fingers touch the string
do not touch my plane
but your sons are now
guarding you Slavonia
and never will foreign feet
step on you again
Lives were being lost too slowly
too many mums were crying
for too long has heaven on earth
seemed like hell
they were burning our forests
we replanted them
they were demolishing our houses
we built them up again
They were killing my people
but we stayed on our ground
to defend our home
because we love our home
and we are faithful to our home
when Slavonia mother
calls for her hawks
Slavonia mother
these words will be sang
Love your colours
Slavonic heart is
rakija in blood
because I love my people
the festive ode is playing
to the sacred land
because it was paid for with blood
while freedom was being dreamt
Chorus
all my roads have long ago been blocked
I'm standing at the doorstep of Croatia
The planes of Slavonia are calling you, calling,
come to Vinkovci