Paroles et traduction Edo Maajka - On Je Mladji

On Je Mladji

On je mladji, rodio se kasno
I nije mu jasno zasto otac govori
Da bi trebalo sve Srbe na vrbe
Kako da objasni da voli bas nju
Bas Srpkinju, bas Milanovu kcer

Kako objasnit' ocu u kojem je bio geler
Kojem su cijeli odred pobili Srbi
Kako objasnit' tigru
Koji je uvijek is'o prvi
Da je rodjena u Zagrebu '85
Isto k'o i on
I da sada nosi bas njegovo dijete

Trebace starom xanaxa
K'o i njoj piva
Onda kad je sve pocelo
Kad je sa njim na maturancu bila

Oni su urbana djeca
Briju na exove i na partye
Ne zanimaju ih hvidre
Ni komunisticke partije

Oni vole samo Dinamo
I Eddyja i Dusa
Pacifisti bojkotiraju
Sve sto je Made in USA

Oni su metropola
Akvarius, oni su radio 101
Da ih pitas ko je predsjednik
Oni ce ti reci, ne znam

Kasno je za pobacaj
Iskreno oni pobacaj ne zele
Vole se ludi maturanti
Svoje dijete zele

Imam plan, rece im
Tata i mama, ovo je Ana
Tako je svejedno svi zovu
Presutice da joj je puno ime Milana

Al' ne, ne, saznali bi oni to kad tad
Stari voli kad sam iskren
Zato im idem to reci sad, sad, sad
Travno, zgrada, liftom do cetvrtog kata
Prezime Marusic, njegova mama im otvori vrata

Dobro vece, bok mama
Fino mirise ti sarma
Ovo je moja djevojka
Drago mi je, gospodjo, ja sam Milana
Ja sam Marija, vi udjite
Sad ce vecera, vi se posluzite

Tak' si zgodna
Idite za stol, ja cu doci odma'
Za stolom stari sa zujom
Pusi Kolumbo cigarete
Na zidu Franjo spomenica
Iz rata bajonete

Koga to moje oci vide, faljen Isus, sine
Muski stisak ruku koje se znoje
I pitanje koje je ime tvoje
Milana, ona rece blago
I stvarno mi je drago
Prezime nije bitno
Ma bitno je, mala, bitno

Dovodis mi cetnike u kucu
Mali, imas muda
To nije sve, stari
Milana je sa mnom i trudna
Vec treci mjesec, dosli smo reci vama
Pa onda idemo do njenog oca Milana
I njezine mame Jele

Franjo, to je njihov zivot
Nek' nasa djeca rade sto god zele
Dosli smo reci, mama
Prvo vama da cemo se vjencat'
Ako ces se s njom vjencat'
Onda, mali, mozes komotno
Odjebat' iz stana
A obojica znamo da nemas kamo

On se samo dize sa stola
Pogleda Milanu i rece
Milana, haj"mo
Haj"mo u picku materinu odavde
Ivane, stani
Ivan stade, otac na koljena pade
Otac pade u plac
U desnoj ruci mu osigurac

Otac jeca, u lijevoj ruci
Bomba mu iz Kragujevca
Srce ga skljeca i kaze
E ne i moja djeca
Isto mi je, da mi ovaj
Srpski geler puce
Ili srpsko unuce da imam
Isto bi me bolilo, isto bi me ubilo

Slusaj me, tata
Pun mi kurac vise i tebe i rata
I ustasa i cetnika
I partizana i domobrana
Ja volim nju vise nego ti domovinu
Tudjmana i generale, ja volim nju
I boli me kurac za ostale

Ona je moj bljesak
Ona je moja oluja
Moja crkva i papa
Ona je moja spomenica rata
Unprofor prevlaka
Ona je moja haska klupa
Ona i dijete su mi bitniji
Nego ti i mati i sve to skupa

Otac se skameni
Otac se ne mice, otac zanijemi
Marija mu, zena, smirujuce
Stisce sakama ramena
U sobi muk, jedini zvuk dolazi sa linije
Svira linija Mate Bulic
I pjesma gori borovina

Gori, gori, mater joj jebem
On gori dok gleda sina
Kako ga ne jebe ni pet posto
On je naprosto sretan sa cetnikusom
Gleda svog Ivana, svoje dijete
Kako je hrabar i odvazen
K'o on devedesete

Ali nije on za dom spreman
On ga napusta spremno
I nije mu svejedno
Zivjece bez pomoci mame i oca

Ponosan, ali u strahu
S Milanom napusta na ulicu
Bozidara Magovca Travnog
Drzi Milaninu saku cvrsto
Volim te, kaze klinac klinki
Bice sve u redu, vjeruj mi
No sikiriki

Ivan se poce derat'
Ne, ne, ne, ne
Culi su eksploziju kragujevke
Na ulasku u Utrine

Malo prije HG-spota
Ivan se jecajuci smota
Na zagrebacki asfalt sad
K'o da zna sta je rat

He's Younger

He is younger, born late
And he doesn't understand why his father says
That all Serbs should be hanged from willow trees
How to explain that he loves her specifically
That Serbian girl, Milan's daughter, specifically

How to explain to the father who has shrapnel in his body
Whose entire unit was killed by Serbs
How to explain to the tiger
Who always went first
That she was born in Zagreb in '85
Just like him
And that she's now carrying his child

Dad's gonna need Xanax
Like she needed beer
Back when it all started
When she was with him at prom

They are urban kids
They are into exes and parties
They are not interested in the flags
Or communist parties

They only love Dinamo
Eddy and Dus
Pacifists boycott
Everything that is Made in USA

They are the metropolis
Aquarius, they are radio 101
If you asked them who the president is
They will tell you, I don't know

It's too late for an abortion
Frankly, they don't want an abortion
The crazy prom goers are in love
They want their child

I have a plan, he tells them
Mom and Dad, this is Ana
That's what everyone calls her anyway
He will keep quiet that her full name is Milana

But no, no, they would find out sooner or later
Dad likes it when I am honest
So I'm going to tell them now, now, now
Travno, building, elevator to the fourth floor
Marusic surname, his mom opens the door

Good evening, hi mom
Your sarma smells nice
This is my girlfriend
Nice to meet you, ma'am, I'm Milana
I am Marija, come in you two
Dinner will be ready soon, help yourselves

You're so pretty
Have a seat at the table, I'll be right there
At the table, dad with a buzz
Smokes Colombo cigarettes
On the wall, Franjo's memorial plaque
Bayonets from the war

Who do my eyes see, praise Jesus, son
A firm handshake of hands that are sweating
And the question what is your name
Milana, she says softly
And I am really glad
The last name is not important
It is important, girl, it is

You are bringing Chetniks to my house
Son, you have balls
That's not all, dad
Milana is pregnant with me
It's the third month already, we came to tell you
Then we're going to her father Milan
And her mother Jela

Franjo, it's their life
Let our children do whatever they want
We came to tell you, mom
First to you that we are getting married
If you're gonna marry her
Then, son, you can comfortably
Fuck off from the apartment
And we both know you have nowhere to go

He just gets up from the table
Looks at Milana and says
Milana, let's go
Let's get the hell out of here
Ivan, stop
Ivan stopped, father falls to his knees
Father bursts into tears
He has a safety pin in his right hand

Father sobs, in his left hand
He holds a grenade from Kragujevac
His heart clenches and says
Not my children, too
I don't care if this
Serbian shrapnel blows me up
Or if I have a Serbian grandchild
It would hurt me the same, it would kill me the same

Listen to me, dad
I'm fucking sick of you and the war
And the Ustasha and the Chetniks
And the Partisans and the Home Guard
I love her more than you love the homeland
Tudjman and the generals, I love her
And I don't give a damn about the rest

She is my Flash
She is my Storm
My church and the Pope
She is my war memorial
UNPROFOR jacket
She is my park bench
She and the child are more important to me
Than you and mom and all of that together

Father is petrified
Father doesn't move, father is speechless
Marija, his wife, soothingly
Squeezes his shoulders with her palms
Silence in the room, the only sound comes from the stereo
Mate Bulic is playing on the stereo
And the song Pinewood is Burning

It's burning, burning, fuck its mother
He burns as he looks at his son
Who doesn't give a shit
He is simply happy with the Chetnik girl
He looks at his Ivan, his child
How brave and courageous he is
Just like him in the nineties

But he is not ready for the homeland
He readily leaves it behind
And he's not indifferent
He will live without the help of his mom and dad

Proud, but in fear
He leaves for the street with Milana
Bozidara Magovca in Travno
He holds Milana's hand firmly
I love you, the kid tells the girl
Everything will be alright, trust me
No worries

Ivan started yelling
No, no, no, no
They heard the explosion of the Kragujevac grenade
At the entrance to Utrine

A little before the HG Spot
Ivan curled up sobbing
On the Zagreb asphalt now
As if he knew what war was