Zabranjeno Pušenje — Na Straži Pored Prizrena song lyrics and translation

The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Na Straži Pored Prizrena" by Zabranjeno Pušenje.

Lyrics

Mozda je veceras tvoja grupa, mozda je veceras akcija
Bukurije je ostala sama, ceka jutro i poljubac
Cula ludacki rade, da shvatis nema vremena
Prst na obaracu i kletva u zraku, na strazi pored Prizrena
Kazes treba platiti racune jer duhovi lutaju poljima
Kazes treba platiti racune da cvijece nikne iz grobova
Vjerujes li da ce nestati prokletstva sto ga vjetar nosi sumama
Kad jedan od nas bude u blatu na strazi pored Prizrena
Mozda je veceras tvoja grupa, mozda je veceras akcija
Bukurije je ostala sama da ceka jutro i poljubac
A nocas ce krv umjesto vina da zagrije srce do ljubavi
Zbog sumnjive slave i tudjih grijeha ginu mladi lavovi
Zamisljam, nedjelja je i lijepo smo se obukli
Dvije devojke hodaju sa nama po toploj prizrenskoj kaldrmi
Ponosni i jaki kao dva mlada jelena
Bit ce mi zao sto smo se sreli na strazi pored Prizrena
Metak je nestrpljiv u cijevi, u usima zvoni naredba
Pucaj na sve sto je sumnjivo, momce, i ne zali iredentista
Cula ludacki rade, da shvatis nema vremena
Prst na obaracu i kletva u zraku, na strazi pored Prizrena

Lyrics translation

Maybe your band tonight, maybe tonight
Bucuria was left alone, waiting for morning and a kiss
I heard how madmen work to understand that there is no time
A finger on the roadside and a curse in the air, on guard next to Prizren
Kazes has to pay the bills because the ghosts are roaming the fields
You say you have to pay the bill to make the flowers disappear from the graves
Do you believe that the curse will disappear because the wind carries it in the woods
When one of us is in the mud on guard next to the stage
Maybe your band tonight, maybe tonight
Bucuria was left alone to wait for morning and a kiss
And at night blood instead of wine will warm the heart to love
Because of the dubious fame and other people's sins, young lions die
I think it's Sunday and we're well dressed
Two girls walk with us on a hot, windswept cobblestone
Proud and strong as two young deer
I'm sorry we met on guard near the stage.
The bullet is impatient in the pipe, the command is ringing in the moustache
Shoot everything that looks suspicious, guys, and don't water irredentist
I heard how madmen work to understand that there is no time
A finger on the roadside and a curse in the air, on guard next to Prizren