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Otroci pankrtov
Children of Punks
Prebiram
strune
jutrišnjega
dne,
I
pluck
the
strings
of
tomorrow,
Odmevam
pesmi
mnogih
davnih
let,
I
echo
the
songs
of
many
distant
years,
Za
redkimi
ostane
vsaj
ime,
For
the
rare
few,
at
least
a
name
remains,
Za
tisoči
se
izgublja
sled.
For
thousands,
the
trace
is
lost.
Prebiram
strune,
vase
se
ozrem,
I
pluck
the
strings,
I
look
into
myself,
Ne
morem
skriti,
koga
rad
imam,
I
can't
hide
who
I
love,
še
tole
zaigram,
zavesa
pade
–
I'll
play
this,
the
curtain
falls
–
Oder
vam
predam.
I'll
give
you
the
stage.
Otroci
pankrtov
ne
boste
brez
očetov,
Children
of
punks,
you
won't
be
without
fathers,
Lepo
je
biti
mlad
v
deželi
delavcev
in
kmetov.
It's
beautiful
to
be
young
in
the
land
of
workers
and
peasants.
Otroci
pankrtov
ste
novi
rod
poetov,
Children
of
punks,
you
are
the
new
generation
of
poets,
Zdaj
vi
več
ne
zaupate
generaciji
očetov.
Now
you
no
longer
trust
the
generation
of
your
fathers.
In
na
koncu
več
ne
veš
And
in
the
end,
you
no
longer
know
Kdo
je
proti,
kdo
je
za
Who
is
against,
who
is
for
In
pomisliš
pravzaprav,
And
you
think,
in
fact,
Da
kdor
hoče,
naj
ima.
Let
whoever
wants
to
have
it.
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Writer(s): D.velkaverh
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