Paroles et traduction Miroslav Štivić feat. Shorty - Dok Dunav

Dok Dunav

Davno je bilo, ne, ne bi′ spominj'o imena
Ko nas je to prodo 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 žeđa, na pozive u pomoć
Dal' su okretali leđa, ko' je ovčaru preživio

Ne pitaj šta je prošo, u Stajićevu Nišu
Ja sam u Mitrovicu o′šo, 4 mjeseca logora
Za svaki sekund ožiljak, pa izišo 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 tri, 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
K'o 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 dijete, samo zna da tata guta neke roza tablete
Kad ga boli glava

Al ne postoji taj Prozac
Ni Xanax za ove košmare uvučene u mozak
Što mi nedaju uklonit barikade i klade
Zakopavam mrtve u prošlost, a oni ih vade

Šta mi to rade ljudi k′o da nisam sav svoj
Tresem se i drhtim, dok me kupa hladni znoj
Nešto u meni kipi
Peku me naši haški, kundak života tuče

Zaista boli vraški opet sam pošo, plako
Jer više ne znam kako, borit se protiv toga
Nimalo nije lako, i k'o 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 ja tonem u krvavom blatu
Al mi Sara drži ruku, viče ne dam svog tatu
I onda nestaje sva tama, jer je anđeo nad nama
Pa nam šalje oblak na kojem je Sarina mama

Moja draga žena, blješti od sunčevih snopova
I osmjeh 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 obečam

Kažu zbogom, I opet sve je isto k'o i prije
Silni Dunav, na vodotornju se zastava vije
Ja se budim jer se Sara smije, i ručice dvije
Mene grle oko vrata, dokaz sreća u meni je

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

While the Danube Flows

It was long ago, no, I wouldn't mention names
Who sold us out and what was the price of our lives
What God took, or gave us, three months of hell
And then Vukovar fell, and we fell with it

But we surrendered bravely, a month later
After blessed Zadro died, but the bitterness remained
In my throat that thirsts, to the calls for help
Did they turn their backs, who survived Ovchara

Don't ask what I went through, in Stajićevo Niš
I went to Mitrovica, 4 months of camp
A scar for every second, then I got out in an exchange
When it was already March, so what does that mean

That I was lucky to be alive
There were bigger misfortunes, what I saw and heard
No, it can't be forgotten, there is no doctor
Who can heal these wounds, nor my dear

Whom the illness took from me, last year
While my Sara is three, she keeps me alive
Only my daughter is and the memory
Of my boys from Trpinjska Street

The memory of glorious days, proud days hurts me
But I fight, and I won't give up while the Danube quietly flows
And the truth hurts me that those I love are gone
The flag covers them, let them dream in the shadow of the oaks

And my little Sara knows nothing about it
She falls asleep with a smile and dreams of playgrounds
Cakes and candies, not bombs and trenches
Like her old man, she doesn't see the damned demons

She doesn't see bloody trenches and burned 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 dad swallows some pink pills
When he has a headache

But there is no such Prozac
Nor Xanax for these nightmares etched into 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 shake and tremble, while cold sweat bathes me
Something boils inside me
Our Hague trials burn me, the butt of life beats

It really hurts like hell, I went again, cried
Because I don't know how to fight it anymore
It's not easy at all, and it's as if I have nothing left but that grenade
But never mind, that will be enough, if they come back

The memory of glorious days, proud days hurts me
But I fight, and I won't give up while the Danube quietly flows
And the truth hurts me that those I love are gone
The flag covers them, let them dream in the shadow of the oaks

Oh dear God
As if it's not a dream, when my knees are covered in blood
And I stand at the very bottom, and around me are the slain
Shot, beaten, disfigured, innocent and tortured to death

Suddenly I too sink into the bloody mud
But Sara holds my hand, shouts I won't let my dad go
And then all darkness disappears, because there is an angel above us
So he sends us a cloud on which is Sara's mom

My dear wife, shines from the sun's rays
And my daughter's smile, stronger than a million cannons
We are happy in each other's arms, that's why the three of us cry
Suddenly all my friends stand around us

All still beautiful, all still young as in the picture
And they all tell me in unison that the battle is over
That I should live now for the living, just remember the dead
So I kiss everyone goodbye and promise them that

They say goodbye, and 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 the neck, proof that happiness is within me

The memory of glorious days, proud days hurts me
But I fight, and I won't give up while the Danube quietly flows
And the truth hurts me that those I love are gone