Paroles et traduction HAZARD - Otroci pankrtov

Otroci pankrtov

Prebiram strune jutrišnjega dne,
Odmevam pesmi mnogih davnih let,
Za redkimi ostane vsaj ime,
Za tisoči se izgublja sled.
Prebiram strune, vase se ozrem,
Ne morem skriti, koga rad imam,
še tole zaigram, zavesa pade –
Oder vam predam.
Otroci pankrtov ne boste brez očetov,
Lepo je biti mlad v deželi delavcev in kmetov.
Otroci pankrtov ste novi rod poetov,
Zdaj vi več ne zaupate generaciji očetov.
In na koncu več ne veš
Kdo je proti, kdo je za
In pomisliš pravzaprav,
Da kdor hoče, naj ima.

Children of Punks

I pluck the strings of tomorrow,
I echo the songs of many distant years,
For the rare few, at least a name remains,
For thousands, the trace is lost.
I pluck the strings, I look into myself,
I can't hide who I love,
I'll play this, the curtain falls –
I'll give you the stage.
Children of punks, you won't be without fathers,
It's beautiful to be young in the land of workers and peasants.
Children of punks, you are the new generation of poets,
Now you no longer trust the generation of your fathers.
And in the end, you no longer know
Who is against, who is for
And you think, in fact,
Let whoever wants to have it.