Paroles et traduction Miroslav Skoro & Marko Perković - Reci, Brate Moj

Reci, Brate Moj

Ne pitaj me ništa, bilo je pa prošlo
Dabogda se ne ponovilo
Ja sam im o sreće pa sam kući došo
A puno ih se nije vratilo
Reci brate moj, jesmo li prokleti
Pa se tako brzo sve zaboravi
Al neka ned o Bog, pa nas budu trebali
Opet će se gusta magla spustiti
Ne osjećam dane, tek poneko veče
Kad se sjetim naših pjesama
Tad i vino krene, k o čikola teče
Velebitska Vila doziva
Ne pitaj me ništa, tek svijeću upali
Za sve one što su za dom pali
Reci brate moj, jesmo li prokleti
Pa se tako brzo sve zaboravi
Al neka ned o Bog, pa nas budu trebali
Opet će se gusta magla spustiti

Tell Me, My Brother

Don't ask me anything, it was and it's gone
May it never happen again
I came home fortunate
But many did not return
Tell me, my brother, are we cursed
Everything is forgotten so quickly
But let God forbid, they will need us
A thick fog will descend again
I don't feel the days, only some nights
When I remember our songs
Then the wine starts to flow, like chocolate
The Velebit Fairy calls
Don't ask me anything, just light a candle
For all those who died for their home
Tell me, my brother, are we cursed
Everything is forgotten so quickly
But let God forbid, they will need us
A thick fog will descend again