Paroles et traduction Marko Perković Thompson - Moj Dida I Ja

Moj Dida I Ja

Preko polja kroz sjećanje ide
Krsan čovik, tvrde brade sive
Pamtim pogled, tu toplinu oka
I svaka riječ je bila mu duboka

čvrst je dida bio kao stijena
Hrabra srca i kamenih gena
Sva je mudrost utkana u njemu
Njegove su priče učile me svemu

Poštenim putem ići bit će teško, znaj
Al samo ćeš tako stići gdje je vječni sjaj

Hej, da mi je s tobom kao prije dočekati zore
Pogledati dolje
Sa Svilaje na Petrovo polje
Moj dida i ja, prijatelja dva
Drugo vrijeme, ista sudbina

Gleda na me planina Svilaja
Sa očima njegovoga sjaja
Crpio je snagu tamo gore
Planina mu iscrtala bore

Njegove su ispucale ruke
Meni bile kao mirne luke
Kako da mu zahvalim na svemu
Sinu ime dao sam po njemu

Poštenim putem ići bit će teško, znaj
Al samo ćeš tako stići gdje je vječni sjaj

Hej, da mi je s tobom kao prije dočekati zore
Pogledati dolje
Sa Svilaje na Petrovo polje
Moj dida i ja, prijatelja dva
Drugo vrijeme, ista sudbina

Hej, da mi je pogledati dolje
Sa Svilaje na Petrovo polje
Pa da viknem jače od oluje
Da me dida još jedanput čuje

Hej, da mi je s tobom kao prije dočekati zore
Pogledati dolje
Sa Svilaje na Petrovo polje
Moj dida i ja, prijatelja dva
Drugo vrijeme, ista sudbina

My Grandpa and Me

Across the fields, through memories, he treads,
A strong man with a beard of silver strands.
I remember his gaze, the warmth in his eyes,
And every word he spoke was profound, a prize.

My grandpa was as steadfast as a rock,
With a brave heart and genes as hard as oak.
Within him, wisdom's threads were tightly spun,
His stories taught me lessons, one by one.

He said, "The honest path, my dear, is fraught,
But it's the only way to reach the light unsought."

Oh, if I could once again, just like before,
Greet the dawn with you,
From Svilaja, gaze upon Petrovo Polje's view.
My grandpa and me, two friends, so true,
Different times, same fate, we shared our due.

Svilaja Mountain watches over me,
With eyes that gleam, reflecting his memory.
From its heights, he drew strength, it's no surprise,
And etched his wrinkles with its ancient guise.

His hands were cracked, yet held me like a port,
A haven where my weary soul could sort.
How can I repay his love, so pure and deep?
My son bears his name, his legacy I keep.

He said, "The honest path, my dear, is fraught,
But it's the only way to reach the light unsought."

Oh, if I could once again, just like before,
Greet the dawn with you,
From Svilaja, gaze upon Petrovo Polje's view.
My grandpa and me, two friends, so true,
Different times, same fate, we shared our due.

Oh, if I could gaze down from Svilaja's height,
On Petrovo Polje, in the morning light.
I'd shout louder than the storm's fierce might,
So Grandpa, hear me, even in the night.

Oh, if I could once again, just like before,
Greet the dawn with you,
From Svilaja, gaze upon Petrovo Polje's view.
My grandpa and me, two friends, so true,
Different times, same fate, we shared our due.