Paroles et traduction Zabranjeno Pusenje - Put U Središte Rudnika Kreka Banovići

Put U Središte Rudnika Kreka Banovići

On pomisli kako bi petak bio lepsi
Da sutra nije subota radna
Blagi Boze, on misao nastavi
Noc je previse hladna
Al′ Bog mu tad okrenu ledja
U pola tri ga je
Cekala treca smjena
Treca smjena, ide na put
Na put u srediste od majkata zemlja
Otkud ti, u pola tri
Raspotocje gori
To mu cu zena Vinka,
Panika i vika
Na stolu dvije zdjele
I telegrami sucuti
Njegov duh sada gleda TV
Smije se na dobrotvorne koncerte
Njegov duh obilazi zamkove
Revolucionare iz pedeset i neke
Njegov duh plasi njihovu malu djecu
Al' sta mu vrijedi
Kad ni ta djeca
Vise ne vjeruju u duhove
Otkud ti, u pola tri
Raspotocje gori
To mu cu zena Vinka,
Panika i vika
Na stolu dvije zdjele
I telegrami sucuti
I meni je tata govorio nekad
Da je Zil Vern pusta masta
I da nikad niko stici nece
U srediste od majkata zemlja
I da nikad niko stice nece
U srediste od majkata zemlja
Da treca smjena stici nece
Stici nece to odeljenje
Otkud ti, u pola tri
Raspotocje gori
To mu cu zena Vinka,
Panika i vika
Na stolu dvije zdjele
I telegrami sucuti
Put u srediste rudnika Kreka Banovici
Put u srediste rudnika Kreka Banovici
Put u srediste rudnika Kreka Banovici
Put u srediste rudnika Kreka Banovici

The Road to the Centre of the Kreka Mine, Banovići

He thought how Friday would be better
If tomorrow wasn't a working Saturday
Gracious God, he continued the thought
The night is too cold
But then God turned his back on him
At half past two he was
Awaiting the third shift
The third shift, going on a journey
A journey to the centre of mother earth
Where are you, at half past two?
Raspotocje is burning
That's what my wife Vinka told me,
Panic and screams
On the table two bowls
And silent telegrams
His spirit is now watching TV
Laughing at charity concerts
His spirit is visiting castles
Revolutionaries from the fifties or something
His spirit scares their little children
But what's the use
When not even those children
Believe in ghosts anymore
Where are you, at half past two?
Raspotocje is burning
That's what my wife Vinka told me,
Panic and screams
On the table two bowls
And silent telegrams
My dad used to tell me once
That Jules Verne is just a fantasy
And that no one will ever reach
The centre of mother earth
And that no one will ever reach
The centre of mother earth
That the third shift won't reach
That section won't reach
Where are you, at half past two?
Raspotocje is burning
That's what my wife Vinka told me,
Panic and screams
On the table two bowls
And silent telegrams
The road to the centre of the Kreka mine, Banovići
The road to the centre of the Kreka mine, Banovići
The road to the centre of the Kreka mine, Banovići
The road to the centre of the Kreka mine, Banovići