Paroles et traduction Djordje Balasevic - Triput Sam Video Tita

Triput Sam Video Tita

Jednom se otac moj sa posla kući vratio pre,
Odenuo mi praznično sve i poveo me na trg.
Bio sam klinac još i bilo mi je tek oko pet,
Al' dobro pamtim nasmejan svet i svečan i sretan grad.

Nisam razumeo zastave, gužvu, znao sam tek,
Nešto je važno, jer otac me tad prigrli snažno,
Reče mi: Sine, gledaj i pamti.
I ja sam video Tita Maršala, legendu tu,
Slobodotvorca, čoveka tog, druga i borca,
Tada sam ja video Tita prvi put.

U školskim danima o njemu su nas učili sve,
Al' život nam objasnio tek, to kakav je čovek Broz.
Bio sam momak već, kroz muziku sam tražio reč,
Pred jedan koncert prostruja vest da doći će možda on.

I ja sam stajao malen s gitarom, predamnom sve,
Moje detinjstvo, sloboda, mir, bratstvo, jedinstvo,
Predamnom on, nasmejan, večan.
I ja sam video Tita Maršala, legendu tu,
Slobodotvorca, coveka tog, druga i borca,
Tada sam ja video Tita drugi put.

Bio je peti maj, iz Skopja me je vodio put.
Na stanicama duž pruge svud, tišina i nema bol.
Bitola, Maribor, Rijeka, Nikšić, Zenica, Bor,
I svaki čovek i svaki dom je žalio dušom svom.

Al' ja sam video visoke peći, fabrike dim, široke njive,
Gradove što slobodni zive, decu i mir i jato ptica.
I opet sam video Tita Maršala, legendu tu, slobodotvorca,
čoveka tog, druga i borca, opet sam svud video Tita.

I ja sam video visoke peći, fabrike dim, široke njive,
Gradove što slobodni žive, decu i mir i jato ptica.
I opet sam video Tita Maršala, legendu tu, slobodotvorca,
čoveka tog, druga i borca, opet sam svud video Tita

I Saw Tito Three Times

Once my father came home from work early,
He dressed me up in my best clothes and took me to the square.
I was still a kid, only about five years old,
But I remember the cheerful world and the festive, happy city.

I didn't understand the flags, the crowds, I just knew,
Something important was happening, because my father hugged me tightly,
He told me, "Son, watch and remember."
And I saw Tito Marshal, the legend there,
The liberator, that man, a comrade and a fighter,
That's when I saw Tito for the first time.

In school, they taught us everything about him,
But only life explained what kind of man Broz was.
I was a young man by then, searching for words through music,
Before one concert, news spread that he might come.

And I stood there, small with my guitar, before me everything,
My childhood, freedom, peace, brotherhood, unity,
Before me, he was smiling, eternal.
And I saw Tito Marshal, the legend there,
The liberator, that man, a comrade and a fighter,
That's when I saw Tito for the second time.

It was May 5th, I was on my way from Skopje.
At every station along the tracks, silence and no pain.
Bitola, Maribor, Rijeka, Nikšić, Zenica, Bor,
Every man and every home mourned with their souls.

But I saw the tall furnaces, the factory smoke, the wide fields,
Cities living freely, children and peace and a flock of birds.
And I saw Tito Marshal again, the legend there, the liberator,
That man, a comrade and a fighter, I saw Tito everywhere again.

And I saw the tall furnaces, the factory smoke, the wide fields,
Cities living freely, children and peace and a flock of birds.
And I saw Tito Marshal again, the legend there, the liberator,
That man, a comrade and a fighter, I saw Tito everywhere again.