Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Ratnik Paorskog Srca (Live)

Ratnik Paorskog Srca (Live)

Kada se Braca devetnaeste vrn'o s dalekog fronta 'di soldat je biv'o
Pric'o nam kako ga trefilo zrno, pa zavrt'o rukav i to pokaziv'o
A mi, mi smo bili derani, a mi, mi smo bili derani
Pric'o nam Braca o mirisu mora i o patroli od koje je bez'o
I kako je opsov'o nekog majora i zbog tog posle na robiji lez'o
A mi, mi smo bili derani, a mi, mi smo bili derani
Pric'o nam kako je pres'o Karpate, zujali meci k'o rojevi pcela
Rek'o je: Rat vam je krvav da znate, al' nije mi zao ni ljudi ni sela
Hej, zao mi konja
Kada se Braca devetnaeste vrn'o pric'o je svako vece na soru
Kol'ko je curica usput prevrn'o i kako topovi livade oru
A mi, mi smo bili derani, a mi, mi smo bili derani
I cim Braca korak iz avlije kroci skupi se drustvo iz naseg sokaka
A svi smo imali velike oci, prepuna srca i mastu decaka
Pa da, jer tad smo bili derani, pa da, tad smo bili derani
Psov'o je braca i krivce i zrtve, puske i vaske i rov prepun blata
Rek'o je: Ne mo's izbrojati mrtve jer su se carevi igrali rata
Hej, zao mi konja
Negde u braci je paorski koren i moze rata i rata da bude
Kad nije paor za soldata stvoren, volije konje i zemlju neg' ljude
A mi, mi smo bili derani i sve jos je vredelo za nas
Hej, hej, konji beli nebom terani, kroz san i kroz oblake u kas

Warrior of a Peasant Heart (Live)

When Braca returned from the distant front on the nineteenth, where he had been a soldier
He told us how a bullet had hit him, and he rolled up his sleeve and showed it
But we were just kids, we were just kids
Braca told us about the smell of the sea and about the patrol he had escaped from
And how he had cursed a major and then spent some time in prison because of it
But we were just kids, we were just kids
He told us how he had crossed the Carpathians, bullets buzzing like swarms of bees
He said: War is bloody, you must know, but I am sorry neither for the men nor the villages
Hey, I am sorry for the horse
When Braca returned on the nineteenth, he told his every story over and over
How many girls he had overturned along the way and how the cannons plowed through the meadows
But we were just kids, we were just kids
And as soon as Braca took a step out of the yard, the gang from our street gathered
And we all had big eyes, full hearts, and the pride of children
Yes, because then we were just kids, yes, then we were just kids
Braca cursed the guilty and the victims, the guns and the villages, and the ditch full of mud
He said: You cannot count the dead because the emperors played war
Hey, I am sorry for the horse
Somewhere in Braca, there is a peasant root, and there may be war and war
When a peasant is not made for a soldier, he prefers horses and land to men
But we were just kids, and everything was still worth it for us
Hey, hey, white horses driven through the sky, through dreams and through clouds into the gallop