Paroles et traduction Miroslav Štivić feat. Shorty - Dođi U Vinkovce

Dođi U Vinkovce

Tu sam sretan
Di čujem djevojačke pjesme
Ležim u sjeni hrašća
Pijem hladnu vodu s česme
Pod pendžerom di snaše
Sviraju tamburaši
Di se uprežu čilaši
I znaju me svi salaši

Di gori ona lampa
Di onaj đeram škripi
Tu će mi duša skončat
Tu su mi dani lipi
Di drag mi je kirvaj
Sijelo, prelo i rakije vrelo
Di živim ko pečat pa
Me znade svako selo

Tu sunce polje kupa
Tu mi je jedini dom
Tu kosti mojih predaka
Sanjaju slatkim snom
Ne mogu to opisat'
Ne bih drugdje znao disat'
Od tuge bi umro
Da ne mogu žito mirisat'

Da ne vidim svog šora
Ili svog sokaka
Prije nego sklopim oči
Još jednom prije mraka
Tu me napravio ćaća
Tu me mater slova učila
Ako budem moro otić'
Tu ću se vratit' ja

Di je moja njiva
Moja šljiva
Moga konja griva
Moja krv živa
Di rijeka Bosut pliva
I pale svijeće za heroje
što su ginuli za boje
Na ponos i čast imena Slavonije moje

I kad poželiš se ravnice
Dođi u Vinkovce
Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske
Zovu te, zovu, ravni slavonske
Dođi u Vinkovce

Veličam slike svete
što sam slavonsko dijete
Od glave do pete
Pa mi iz grla pjesme lete
Rodnom kraju, mome milom zavičaju
Di me ljudi znaju
A zvijezde di ljepše sjaju
Di se nebo ljepše plavi

Di su osjećaji pravi i na
Najbolji mogući način di se slavi
A rakija grebe k'o slama
Druga već ide sama
Niz grlo u vene
Svaki put kad pisma krene
To je moja Slavonija
To ti je moja ravnica

Razigrani vranci
Svud okolo živa dica
Pa kad svirne tamburica
Ljepše od cvrkuta ptica
Lakše je prebolit'
Bol onda postane sitnica
Tu ti je moja dika
Svako drvo iz šljivika

Ljudska mašta ne bi mogla
Smisliti ljepših vidika
I kad ne bude me više
Kad napustim tu idilu
Ljubit' ću u raju
Prelijepu slavonsku vilu
Bogu smo dragi mi Hrvati
Pa ću molit' da me vrati

Još posljednji put
Da gledam dok
Se žito zlati
A kad me opet gore vrati
Zahvalit' ću mu prvo
Sto nam je dao
Komad zemlje sto
Je za sebe sačuvo

I kad poželiš se ravnice
Dođi u Vinkovce
Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske
Zovu te, zovu, ravni slavonske
Dođi u Vinkovce

Poštujem svakoga
Al' se nikoga ne bojim
Osim dragog Boga
Jer je razlog što postojim
što me ima i živim
Da dičim se imenom tvojim
Nepokoreni grad
Na vratima Hrvatske stoji

Klize mi suze po licu
Dok slušam tamburicu
Kad prsti taknu žicu
Ne dirajte mi ravnicu
Al' sinovi tvoji
Slavonijo sad te paze
I nikad vise tuđe noge
Neće da te gaze

Ginulo se prelagano
Previše mama je plakalo
Predugo je raj na
Zemlji ličio na pakao
Palili su naše šume
Mi smo ih opet zasadili
Rušili su naše kuće
Mi smo ih opet izgradili

Ubijali su moj narod
Al' smo ostali na svom
Da branimo svoj dom
Jer volimo svoj dom
I vjerni domu svom
Kad sokolove zove
Slavonija majka
Pjevat će se rijeci ove

Ljubi svoje, boje
Srce slavonsko je
Rakija u krvi
Jer volim ljude svoje
Ta svečana oda svira
Svetoj zemlji roda
Jer plaćena je krvlju
Dok se sanjala sloboda

I kad poželiš se ravnice
Dođi u Vinkovce
Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske
Zovu te, zovu, ravni slavonske
Dođi u Vinkovce

Sve moje ceste su davno zarasle
Stojim na pragu vrata Hrvatske
Zovu te, zovu, ravni slavonske
Dođi u Vinkovce

Come To Vinkovci

Here I am happy
Where I hear the maidens' songs
I lie in the shade of the oak
I drink cold water from the well
Under the window where
The tamburitza players play
Where the young men strain
And all the bachelors know me

Where that lamp burns
Where that well creaks
There my soul will end
There my days are beautiful
Where the 'kirvaj' is dear to me
Gathering, spinning, and brandy flowing
Where I live like a stamp so
Every village knows me

There the sun bathes the field
There is my only home
There the bones of my ancestors
Dream a sweet dream
I cannot describe it
I wouldn't know how to breathe elsewhere
I would die of sadness
If I couldn't smell the wheat

If I couldn't see my barn
Or my alley
Before I close my eyes
One more time before dark
Here my father made me
Here my mother taught me letters
If I have to leave
I will come back here

Where my field is
My plum tree
My horse's mane
My living blood
Where the river Bosut flows
And candles are lit for the heroes
who died for the colors
For the pride and honor of my Slavonia's name

And when you long for the plains
Come to Vinkovci
All my roads are overgrown
I stand at the threshold of Croatia
They are calling you, calling you, the plains of Slavonia
Come to Vinkovci

I glorify the holy images
Because I am a Slavonian child
From head to toe
So songs fly from my throat
To my homeland, my dear home region
Where people know me
And where the stars shine brighter
Where the sky is bluer

Where the feelings are real and in the
Best possible way we celebrate
And the brandy scratches like straw
The second one goes down by itself
Down the throat into the veins
Every time longing starts
That's my Slavonia
That's my plain, my darling

Playful black horses
Lively children all around
So when the tamburitza plays
It's more beautiful than the chirping of birds
It's easier to get over
Pain then becomes a trifle
There is my pride
Every tree in the plum orchard

Human imagination couldn't
Invent more beautiful views
And when I'm gone
When I leave this idyll
I will love in heaven
The beautiful Slavonian villa
We Croats are dear to God
So I will pray that he brings me back

One last time
To watch as
The wheat turns gold
And when he takes me back up there
I will thank him first
That he gave us
A piece of land that
He saved for himself

And when you long for the plains
Come to Vinkovci
All my roads are overgrown
I stand at the threshold of Croatia
They are calling you, calling you, the plains of Slavonia
Come to Vinkovci

I respect everyone
But I'm not afraid of anyone
Except dear God
Because he is the reason I exist
That I have him and I live
To be proud of your name
Unconquered city
At the door of Croatia stands

Tears stream down my face
As I listen to the tamburitza
When fingers touch the string
Don't touch my plain
But your sons
Slavonia, now they're watching over you
And never again foreign feet
Will trample on you

People died too easily
Too many mothers cried
Too long paradise on
Earth resembled hell
They burned our forests
We planted them again
They destroyed our homes
We rebuilt them

They were killing my people
But we stayed on our own
To defend our home
Because we love our home
And faithful to our home
When she calls her falcons
Slavonia our mother
These words will be sung

Love your own, colors
The Slavonian heart is
Brandy in the blood
Because I love my people
That solemn ode plays
To the holy land of birth
Because it was paid for in blood
While dreaming of freedom

And when you long for the plains
Come to Vinkovci
All my roads are overgrown
I stand at the threshold of Croatia
They are calling you, calling you, the plains of Slavonia
Come to Vinkovci

All my roads are overgrown
I stand at the threshold of Croatia
They are calling you, calling you, the plains of Slavonia
Come to Vinkovci