Dodji U Vinkovce (feat. Miroslav Stivcic) - Shorty Übersetzung ins Englische

Dodji U Vinkovce (feat. Miroslav Stivcic)

Tu sam sretan i čujem djevojačke pjesme
Ležim u sjeni hrasta pijem hladnu vodu iz česme
Pod pendjerom distasi sviraju tanburaši
Di se uprezu cilasi i znaju me svi stalasi
Di gori ona lampa i onaj djeram škripi
Tu će mi duša skončat
Tu su mi dani lipi i drag mi je kirvaj
Cijelo prelo i rakije vrelo
Di živim ko becar 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 bih drugdje znao disat
Od tuge bi umro
Da ne mogu žito mirisat
Da ne vidim svog sora ili svog sokaka
Prije nego sklopim oči još jednom prije mraka
Tu me napravio ćaća tu me mater slova učila
Ak budem mor′o otić, tu ću se vratit ja
Di je moja njiva, moja šljiva, moga konja griva, moja krv živa
I rijeka bosut pliva
I pale svijeće za heroje što si ginuli za boje na ponos i čast imena Slavonije moje
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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
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Veličam slike svete što sam Slavonsko dijete od glave do pete
Pa niz grla pjesme lete
Rodnom kraju mome milom zavičaju
Ti me ljudi znaju
A zvijezde di ljepše sjaju, di se nebo ljepše plavi, di su osjećaji pravi i na najbolji mogući način di se slavi
A rakija grebe ko slama
Druga već ide sama
Niz grlo u vene
Svaki put kad pisma krene
To je moja Slavonija
To ti je moja ravnica
Razigrani vranci
Svud okolo živa dica
Pa kad svira tamburica ljepše od cvrkuta ptica
Lakše je prebolit
I bol onda postane sitnica
To ti je moja dika
Svako drvo iz šljivika
Ljudska mašta nebi mogla smisliti ljepših vidika
Kad ne bude me više
Kad napustim tu idilu
Ljubit ću u raju preljepu Slavonsku vilu
Bogu smo dragi mi Hrvati
Pa ću molit da me vrati još posljednji put
Da gledam dok se žito zlati
A kad me gore opet vrati
Zahvalit ću mu prvo
Što nam je dao komad zemlje što je za sebe sačuv'o
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Poštujem svakoga, al′ se nikoga ne bojim
Osim dragog Boga jer je razlog što postojim i što me ima i živim da dičim se imenom Tvojim
Ne pokoreni grad na vratima Hrvatske stoji
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 to je lagano
Previše mama je 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 zovem Slavonija majka pjevat će se riječi ove:
Ljubi svoje, moje, srce Slavonsko je, rakija u krvi jer volim ljude svoje pa srece na ove sina svetoj zemlji roda jer placena je krvlju dok se sanjala sloboda
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Come to Vinkovci (feat. Miroslav Stivcic)

Here I am happy and I hear the songs of young women
I lie in the shade of an oak tree, drinking cold water from the fountain
Under the window, the distas musicians are playing tamburas
Where glasses are clinked and all the regulars know me
Where that lamp burns and that old gate creaks
That's where my soul will find its peace
My days are beautiful here and I cherish the Kirvaj festival
The whole gathering and the hot brandy
Where I live like a bachelor and every village knows me
Here the sun bathes the field
Here is my only home
Here the bones of my ancestors dream a sweet dream
I can't describe it, I wouldn't know how to breathe anywhere else
I would die of sadness
If I couldn't smell the wheat
If I couldn't see my brother or my street
Before I close my eyes, one more time before darkness
Here my father made me, here my mother taught me letters
If I have to leave, I will return here
Where my field is, my plum tree, my horse's mane, my living blood
And the Bosut river flows
And they light candles for the heroes who died for the colors, for the pride and honor of my Slavonia's name
Chorus
And when you long for the plains, come to Vinkovci
All my roads have long been overgrown
I stand on the threshold of Croatia's door
They call you, the Slavonian plains call you
Come to Vinkovci
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I glorify the holy images, a Slavonian child from head to toe
And songs fly down my throat
To my native land, my beloved homeland
These people know me
Where the stars shine brighter, where the sky is bluer, where the feelings are real and where they celebrate in the best possible way
And the brandy scratches like straw
The second one goes down by itself
Down the throat into the veins
Every time the song starts
That's my Slavonia
That's my plain
Playful black horses
Living children all around
And when the tamburica plays more beautifully than the chirping of birds
It's easier to get over
And pain then becomes a trifle
That's my pride
Every tree from the plum orchard
The human imagination couldn't imagine more beautiful views
When I am no more
When I leave this idyll
I will love a beautiful Slavonian fairy in heaven
We Croats are dear to God
So I will pray that He brings me back one last time
To watch the wheat turn golden
And when He takes me back up there
I will thank Him first
For giving us a piece of land that He kept for Himself
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I respect everyone, but I fear no one
Except dear God, because He is the reason why I exist and why I am here and alive, to be proud of Your name
The unconquered city stands at the gates of Croatia
Tears slide down my face as I listen to the tamburica
When fingers touch the strings
Don't touch my plain
But your sons, Slavonia, are now watching over you
And never again will foreign feet tread on you
People died, it was easy
Too many mothers cried
For too long, paradise on earth looked like hell
They burned our forests, we planted them again
They demolished our houses, we built them again
They killed my people, but we stayed on our own
To defend our home
Because we love our home and are faithful to our home
When I call the falcons, Mother Slavonia will sing these words:
Love your own, my dear, the heart is Slavonian, brandy in the blood because I love my people, so happiness to this son on the holy land of his birth because it was paid for with blood while freedom was dreamt of
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