Paroles et traduction Marko Perković Thompson - Moj Dida I Ja

Moj Dida I Ja

Preko polja kroz sjećanje ide,
Kršan čovik, tvrde brade side.
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."

Ej, 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."

Ej, 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.

Ej, da mi je pogledati dolje,
Sa Svilaje na Petrovo polje,
Pa da viknem jače od oluje,
Da me dida još jedan put čuje.

Ej, 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 I

Across the fields through memory he walks,
A weathered man, with a firm beard.
I remember the look, that warmth in his eyes,
And every word he spoke was profound.

My grandfather was as strong as a rock,
With a brave heart and genes of stone.
All wisdom was woven into him,
His stories taught me everything:

"Go the honest way,
I know it will be hard,
But that's the only way you'll get
To where the eternal light is."

Oh, if only I were with you,
Like before, greeting the dawn,
Looking down,
From Svilaja to the Petrovo field.
My grandfather and I, two friends,
Different times - the same fate.

Mount Svilaja looks upon me
With the eyes of its radiance.
He drew strength from up there,
The mountain etched wrinkles on his face.

His hands were cracked,
To me they were like peaceful harbors.
How can I thank him for everything,
I named my son after him.

"Go the honest way,
I know it will be hard,
But that's the only way you'll get,
To where the eternal light is."

Oh, if only I were with you,
Like before, greeting the dawn,
Looking down,
From Svilaja to the Petrovo field.
My grandfather and I, two friends,
Different times - the same fate.

Oh, if only I could look down,
From Svilaja to the Petrovo field,
So I could shout louder than a storm,
So that my grandfather could hear me one more time.

Oh, if only I were with you,
Like before, greeting the dawn,
Looking down,
From Svilaja to the Petrovo field.
My grandfather and I, two friends,
Different times - the same fate.