Elemental — Balkana song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Balkana" by Elemental.
Lyrics
Moji su vršnjaci vidjeli sve
I podrume i uzbune i mrtve i izbjegle
Naše bi djetinjstvo bilo drukčije
Da nije zeckalo oružje
Ovdje je ratna igra normalna
Mržnja raste brzo poput korova
A neki novi klinci puške nose
I još se time ponose
Nevjerujem nikome, potrošili ste me
Političari rade samo za sebe
Demokracija je tu, a gdje sam ja?
U zemlji bečkih konjušara
Sram me kad vidim da smo zadojeni
Kako ćemo rast' u mržnji odgojeni?
Svako malo prazimo šaržere
Nema te kiše da krv ispere
Djeca rata mrze, mrze
I pucaju u leđa
Hej okreni se brže, brže
Da te upucaju sprijeda — u srce —
S ove strane Balkana,
Sreća nije bogom dana
Ovo je zemlja rana
I pustih obećanja
Dvadeset godina i još vas puca
I još vam se puca, još vas pere taj film
A u džep tiho strpaj što stvar’o je narod
Ako narod šuti onda slaže se s tim
Nama nikad neće biti dosta
Nema tog rata nakon kojeg je stvar čista
I neće balkanska pamet u balkansku glavu
Svaka budala misli tu da je u pravu
Svi tu samo smatraju da trebaju bit vlast
Da fotelja daj pravo da i oni mogu krast
Nikad nećemo prerast svoje sitne taštine
Gledat ćemo zapad iz neposredne blizine
A sutra, za sutra baš i ne ostaje
Mi mlađi neka stvaramo nanovo
Nama postaje sve ispočetka
Zasučimo rukave
Snova više nemamo zbog vaše jave
Pjesmom se liječi
Domovina
Budnice ječe
Sa planina
Ja sam budna i mislim,
Možda bolji je san
Oni žive bogovski,
Ja preživljavam
Sramite se, vi ste sitne duše
Djecu učite mržnji, učite ih da ruše
Mi smo bili sjebani, pa ne moraju i oni
Neka ne bježe iz gradova u koloni
Lyrics translation
My peers have seen it all
And basements, and alarms, and dead and avoid
Our childhood would have been different
If it weren't for Zek's weapon
Here's a normal war game
Hate grows fast like a weed
And some new rifles are carried
And they're still proud of it
I don't cheat on anyone, you spent me
Politicians only work for themselves
Democracy is here, and where am I?
In the land of the Viennese stables
I am ashamed to see that we are married
How will we grow up in hate being nurtured?
From time to time we monitor the parties
No rain to wash away the blood
Children of war hate, hate
And they shoot you in the back
Hey, turn around faster, faster
To be shot in the front in the heart —
On this side the Balkans,
Happiness is not the God of the day
This is the land of wounds
And empty promises
Twenty years and still shooting at you
And you're still getting shot, you're still washing this movie
And in your pocket quietly shove what ' Oh it's people
If people are silent, they agree
We will never have enough
There is no war after which everything is clean
And there will be no Balkan wit in a Balkan head
Every fool thinks he's right.
Everyone here just thinks they need strength
Yes, give the right that they can blush
We will never outgrow our little vanity
We will look to the West at close range
And tomorrow, for tomorrow, there won't be any left.
We, the young, let's create again
We get everything from scratch
Zasučimo sleeves
We don't have any more dreams because of Your message
The poem is being treated
Homeland
♪
From the mountains
I'm not sleeping, and I'm thinking,
Maybe it's better to sleep
They live bogovski,
I live with it.
Shame on you, you are a tiny soul
Teach children to hate, teach them to destroy
We were screwed, so they shouldn't either
Let them not run away from the cities in a column