Paroles et traduction SHORTY FEAT. MIROSLAV ŠTIVIĆ - Dok Dunav

Dok Dunav

Davno je bilo, ne ne bi spominjo imena
Ko' nas je to prod'o i koja je bila cijena naših života što Bog je uzeo
Il' nam dao, tri mjeseca pakla
A onda je Vukovar pao, a i mi skupa s njim al' smo se predali hrabro
Mjesec dana nakon što je umro Blago Zadro
Al' je ostala gorčina u grlu koje me zedja
Na pozive u pomoć da l' su okretali ledja
Ko' je Ovčaru preživio
Ne pitaj sta je prošo, u Stajićevu Nišu
Ja sam u Mitrovicu o'šo

4 mjeseca logora, za svaki sekund ožiljak
Pa izis'o u razmjeni kad je već bio ožujak
Pa šta to znači da sam imao sreće
Što sam ostao živ, imali tu nesreće veće
Što sam vidio i čuo
Ne to se ne da zaboravit
Nema doktora što može ove rane oporavit
Kao ni moju dragu što bolest uzela mi
Još prošle godine, dok moja Sara ima 3
Ona me drži na životu
Samo moja kćerka jeste i sjećanje
Na moje dečke sa Trpinjske ceste

Boli me sjećanje na dane slavne
Dane ponosne, al' borim se
I ne dam se dok Dunav tiho protiče
I boli me istina što nema onih koje volim ja
Pokriva ih zastava
Nek sanjaju u sjeni hrastova

A moja mala Sara o tom ne zna ništa
Ona zaspe sa osmjehom i sanja igrališta, kolače i bombone, a ne bombe i komblone
Ko njen stari, ne vidi proklete demone
Ne vidi krvave rovove i popaljene krovove rodnoga grada, ona ne zna ništ' o ovome
I bolje da ne zna, nek je sretno djete
Samo zna da tata guta neke roza tablete
Kad ga boli glava, al' ne postoji taj prozak ni xanax za ove košmare uvučene u mozak
Što mi ne daju uklonit barikade i klade

Zakopavam mrtve u prošlost, a oni ih vade šta mi to rade ljudi ko da nisam sav svoj tresem se i drhtim, ko da nisam sav svoj
Dok me kupa hladni znoj, nešto u meni kipi peku me naši haski, kundak života tuče
Zaista boli vraški
Opet sam poš'o, polako
Jer više ne znam kako
Borit se protiv toga nimalo nije lako
I ko da nemam ništa drugo osim te granate
Al' neka i to će bit dovoljno, ako se vrate

Boli me sjećanje na dane slavne
Dane ponosne, al' borim se
I ne dam se dok Dunav tiho protiče
I boli me istina što nema onih koje volim ja
Pokriva ih zastava
Nek sanjaju u sjeni hrastova

O dragi Bože, kao da nije u snu
Kada koljena od krvi, a ja stojim baš na dnu
A oko mene poklani, streljani, pretučeni unakaženi, nevini i do smrti mučeni
Odjednom i j tonem u krvavom blatu
Al' mi Sara drži ruku
I viče, ne dam svog tatu
I onda nestaje sva tama
Jer je anđeo nad nama
Pa nam salje oblak na kojem je Sarina mama moja draga žena, bljesti od sunčevih snopova i smjeh moje kćerke, jači od milijun topova mi zagrljeni sretni
Zato plačemo nas troje odjednom oko nas svi moji prijatelji stoje

Svi još uvijek lijepi, svi još mladi ko na slici i svi mi u glas kažu da je došao kraj bitci da živim sad za žive, mrtvih samo da se sjećam
Pa se izljubim sa svima i to im obećam
Kažu zbogom i opet sve je isto ko i prije
Silni Dunav, na vodotornju se zastava vije
Ja se budim jer se Sara smije
I ručice dvije mene grle oko vrata
Tolika sreca u meni je

Boli me sjećanje na dane slavne
Dane ponosne, al' borim se
I ne dam se dok Dunav tiho protice
I boli me istina sto nema onih koje volim ja
Pokriva ih zastava
Nek sanjaju u sjeni hrastova

While the Danube Flows

It was long ago, I wouldn't mention names
When that one sold us out, and what was the price of our lives that God took
Or gave us, three months of hell
And then Vukovar fell, and we fell with it, but we surrendered bravely
A month after Blago Zadro died
But the bitterness remained in my throat, which thirsts
To the calls for help, did they turn their backs
Who survived Ovčara
Don't ask what they went through, in Stajićevo and Niš
I went to Mitrovica

4 months of camp, a scar for every second
Then I was released in an exchange when it was already March
So what does it mean that I was lucky
That I stayed alive, were there greater misfortunes
What I saw and heard
No, it cannot be forgotten
There is no doctor who can heal these wounds
Like my beloved whom the illness took from me
Last year, while my Sara is 3
She keeps me alive
Only my daughter and the memory
Of my boys from Trpinjska cesta

The memory of glorious days hurts me
Days of pride, but I fight
And I won't give up while the Danube quietly flows
And the truth hurts that those I love are gone
The flag covers them
May they dream in the shade of oak trees

And my little Sara knows nothing about that
She falls asleep with a smile and dreams of playgrounds, cakes and candies, not bombs and convoys
Like her old man, she doesn't see the damned demons
She doesn't see bloody trenches and burnt roofs of her hometown, she knows nothing about this
And it's better that she doesn't, let her be a happy child
She only knows that daddy swallows some pink pills
When he has a headache, but there is no Prozac or Xanax for these nightmares embedded in my brain
That won't let me remove the barricades and logs

I bury the dead in the past, and they dig them up, what are these people doing to me, as if I'm not myself, I tremble and shake, as if I'm not myself
While cold sweat bathes me, something boils inside me, our huskies burn me, the butt of life beats
It really hurts like hell
I'm going again, slowly
Because I don't know how anymore
Fighting against this is not easy at all
And as if I have nothing but that grenade
But even that will be enough, if they come back

The memory of glorious days hurts me
Days of pride, but I fight
And I won't give up while the Danube quietly flows
And the truth hurts that those I love are gone
The flag covers them
May they dream in the shade of oak trees

Oh dear God, as if it's not a dream
When my knees are covered in blood, and I'm standing at the very bottom
And around me, slaughtered, shot, beaten, disfigured, innocent and tortured to death
Suddenly, I sink into the bloody mud
But Sara holds my hand
And shouts, I won't let go of my daddy
And then all the darkness disappears
Because an angel is above us
So it sends us a cloud on which Sara's mother, my dear wife, shines from the sun's rays, and my daughter's laughter, stronger than a million cannons, we are embraced and happy
That's why the three of us cry at once, all my friends stand around us

All still beautiful, all still young as in the picture, and all of them tell me in one voice that the battle is over, that I should live now for the living, and only remember the dead
So I kiss everyone goodbye and promise them that
They say goodbye, and again everything is the same as before
The mighty Danube, the flag flies on the water tower
I wake up because Sara is laughing
And two little hands hug me around my neck
There is so much happiness in me

The memory of glorious days hurts me
Days of pride, but I fight
And I won't give up while the Danube quietly flows
And the truth hurts that those I love are gone
The flag covers them
May they dream in the shade of oak trees