Paroles et traduction Zabranjeno Pusenje - Nedelja Kada Je Otišao Hase

Nedelja Kada Je Otišao Hase

Ljudi su išli u kolonama
Nikom nije smet'o vjetar što je dun'o
Te majske nedelje je došao Osijek
Al' opet je Koševo bilo puno

Bio sam tad još sasma mali
I nisam znao zašto neki plaču
Rekoh sebi provuću se džaba
Sjesti negdje i navijaću

Prođoh pored jednog redara
On samo svoju cigaru pali
Kaže: "Prođi sad i ne boj se ništa
Danas te niko neće dirati mali"

Sjedoh negdje, u gužvu, u raju
I čuh samo guranje mase
Danas nam odlazi Asim Ferhatović
Danas nam odlazi naš Hase

Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
I BBC na mome radiju
Oslobođenje u mojim rukama

I dok je utakmica ova trajala
Stariji ljudi su uzimali riječ
Sine Hase je tukao
Engleze, Švabe i Ruse
I ovo sad mu je posljednji meč

Bješe rezultat jedan-jedan
Kad sudija odsvira kraj
Spustiše se zastave stadiona Koševo
Stade jedna nedelja da se nastavi maj, maj

Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
I BBC na mome radiju
Oslobođenje u mojim rukama

Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Okrenu se Hase posljednji put
Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Uzdignutih pesnica i ozarena lica
Nedelja kad je otiš'o Hase
Kao da veli: "Mene više nema"
Al' imate još mnogo važnih utakmica

Izlazili smo svi iz stadiona ćutke
Čulo se samo brujanje mase
Poneki usklik i poneka zastava

Svi u napad, jedan je Hase
Svi u napad, svi u napad
Svi u napad, jedan je Hase
Svi u napad, svi u napad
Svi u napad, jedan je Hase
Svi u napad, svi u napad
Svi u napad, jedan je Hase
Svi u napad, svi u napad
Svi u napad, jedan je Hase

The Sunday When Hase Left

People marched in columns
No one minded the whistling wind
Osijek came that Sunday in May
But Koševo was full once again

I was still very young then
And didn't know why some people cried
I told myself I'd sneak in for free
And sit somewhere and cheer

I passed by a policeman
He just lit his cigarette
He said: "Go ahead now, don't be afraid
No one will touch you today, kid"

I sat down somewhere, in the crowd, in heaven
And all I heard was the roar of the crowd
Today, Asim Ferhatović is leaving us
Today, our Hase is leaving us

The Sunday when Hase left
The Sunday when Hase left
The Sunday when Hase left
And BBC on my radio
Oslobodenje in my hands

And while this match was going on
The older people took the floor
Son, Hase beat
The English, the Germans, and the Russians
And this is now his last match

The score was one-one
When the referee blew the final whistle
The flags of the Koševo stadium were lowered
One Sunday for May to continue

The Sunday when Hase left
The Sunday when Hase left
The Sunday when Hase left
And BBC on my radio
Oslobodenje in my hands

The Sunday when Hase left
Hase turned around one last time
The Sunday when Hase left
With raised fists and a radiant face
The Sunday when Hase left
As if to say: "I'm gone"
But you have many more important matches to play

We all left the stadium in silence
All you could hear was the hum of the crowd
An occasional shout and a few flags

Everyone attack, there's only one Hase
Everyone attack, everyone attack
Everyone attack, there's only one Hase
Everyone attack, everyone attack
Everyone attack, there's only one Hase
Everyone attack, everyone attack
Everyone attack, there's only one Hase
Everyone attack, everyone attack
Everyone attack, there's only one Hase