Текст и перевод песни Beogradski Sindikat - Olovni vojnici

Olovni vojnici

(Govor majora Dragutin Gavrilovica
Braniocima Beograda)
Tacno u tri casa, neprijatelj se ima razbiti
Vasim silnim jurisom
Razneti vasim bombama i bajonetima
Obraz Beograda, nase prestonice
Ima da bude svetao
Vojnici, junaci
Vrhovna komanda izbrisala je nas puk
Iz svog brojnog stanja
Nas puk je zrtvovan za cast otadzbine i Beograda
Vi nemate vise da brinete za vase zivote
Koji vise ne postoje
Zato napred u slavu, za kralja i otadzbinu
Ziveo kralj, ziveo Beograd
Ne znam gde sam, lezim u gluvoj, mracnoj sobi
Ali znam da nisam mrtav jer suvise me boli
Kao krtica u rupi koristim miris i dodir
Hladne sipke kreveta na bolest smrdi frotir
Cevcica iz ruke se zavrsava u boci
Dok u panici shvatam da zavoj prekriva mi oci
Skorela krv pod gazom nesnosno me svrbi
Valjda sam u bolnici, najgore slutim
Dozivam u pomoc, nadam se da ce me cuti
Vazduh napusta mi grudi, al' izostaju zvuci
Da shvatim sta se dogadja, uzalud se mucim
U secanjima trazim delic slagalice kljucni
Ref.
Izvucen nam je broj, mi vise nismo bitni
Jurisamo u boj samo narod da prezivi
Slozili smo korak, usmerili misli
Potreban je svaki borac kao bedem ofanzivi
Predah od krvi, tisina grobna
Duzinom horizonta tezak baruta oblak
I kilometri zice, sat kaze da je zora
Zivot tece negde, ja izgubio sam korak
Dugo padala je kisa, u kostima hladnoca
Kaljava voda spira zidove rova
Novi zapis u dnevnik i opet me kopka
Da li su to mozda moja poslednja slova
Prica jednog voda, ljudi svakog soja
Uniforme iste sve ih obukla je borba
Kroz bezumlje fronta, jedan drugom odan
Neodlucnost jednog za sve bi bila kobna
Naredba ista svakog jutra se ceka
Oslobadjamo mesta kojim ne pamtim imena
Posle pogibenog jurisa do poslednjeg metka
Sudbina je krvava na vrhu bajoneta
Dolazim sebi, pokret istog casa
Gledam lica oko sebe, dobro poznata grimasa
Oruzje na gotovs, na mesto dnevnik vracam
Artiljerijska vatra nasem jurisu je pratnja
Prvi korak kroz blato, pod unakrsnom vatrom
Otezano disanje pod zastitnom maskom
Osvajanje nicije zemlje, metar po metar
Miris baruta i krvi koje nosi vetar
Lesevi, ranjenici, ne cuju se krici
Ko strasila masakrirani, grce se na zici
Topovsko meso, olovni vojnici
Ovo polje je tabla, mi figure u igri
Nemam vremena da mislim dok prolecu hici
Ni ne vidi se polozaj do kojeg treba stici
Dok zivota je u meni, ruke necu dici
Za visi cilj, mi uopste nismo bitni
Krvlju placamo cenu slobode
Oprosti nam Gospode
Jeza mi prolazi kroz kicmu od straha
Skidam masku uspevam da dodjem do daha
Peku me oci od krvi sto se sliva
Svi i dalje jure, nije stala ofanziva
Ustajem polako, noga mi se grci
Osecaj se vraca i pocinjem da trcim
Zuji mi u usima, ne vidim sta se dogadja
Pocinjem da pucam, ne znam da li pogadjam
Probili smo liniju, neprijatelj se povlaci
Uleteli u rov, vise nego odlucni
Da idemo do kraja dugo cekao se pomak
Oci u oci, bajonet u stomak
Ref. 2x

Lead Soldiers

(Speech of Major Dragutin Gavrilovic
to the Defenders of Belgrade)
Precisely at three o'clock, the enemy is to be crushed
By your powerful assault
Shattered by your bombs and bayonets
The honor of Belgrade, our capital
Must be bright
Soldiers, heroes
The Supreme Command has erased our regiment
From its numerical state
Our regiment is sacrificed for the honor of the fatherland and Belgrade
You no longer have to worry about your lives
Which no longer exist
Therefore, forward to glory, for King and fatherland
Long live the King, long live Belgrade
I don't know where I am, I lie in a deaf, dark room
But I know I'm not dead because the pain is too much
Like a mole in a hole, I use smell and touch
The cold bars of the bed, the terrycloth reeks of illness
A tube from my arm ends in a bottle
As I realize in panic that a bandage covers my eyes
Caked blood under the gauze itches unbearably
I must be in a hospital, I have the worst feeling
I call for help, hoping someone will hear me
The air leaves my chest, but no sounds come out
I struggle in vain to understand what's happening
In my memories, I search for the key piece of the puzzle
Chorus
Our number has been drawn, we are no longer important
We charge into battle just so the people can survive
We've synchronized our steps, focused our thoughts
Every fighter is needed as a bulwark against the offensive
A respite from the blood, a silence of the grave
Along the horizon, a heavy cloud of gunpowder
And kilometers of wire, the clock says it's dawn
Life flows somewhere, I've lost my step
The rain fell for a long time, the cold in my bones
Muddy water washes the walls of the trench
A new entry in the diary, and it bugs me again
Are these perhaps my last words?
The story of a platoon, people of all kinds
The same uniforms, all dressed by the fight
Through the madness of the front, loyal to one another
One's indecision would be fatal for all
The same order is awaited every morning
We liberate places whose names I don't remember
After a fatal assault, to the last bullet
Fate is bloody on the tip of the bayonet
I come to, moving instantly
I look at the faces around me, a familiar grimace
Weapons at the ready, I return the diary to its place
Artillery fire is the escort to our attack
The first step through the mud, under crossfire
Heavy breathing under the protective mask
Conquering no man's land, meter by meter
The smell of gunpowder and blood carried by the wind
Corpses, wounded, no screams can be heard
Like scarecrows, massacred, they writhe on the wire
Cannon fodder, lead soldiers
This field is a board, we are figures in the game
I have no time to think as bullets fly by
The position we need to reach is not even visible
As long as there's life in me, I won't raise my hands
For a higher purpose, we are not important at all
We pay the price of freedom with blood
Forgive us, Lord
Fear chills my spine
I remove the mask, manage to catch my breath
My eyes sting from the blood that's flowing
Everyone is still running, the offensive hasn't stopped
I get up slowly, my leg cramps
The feeling returns, and I start running
My ears are ringing, I can't see what's happening
I start shooting, I don't know if I'm hitting anything
We've broken through the line, the enemy is retreating
We burst into the trench, more than determined
To go all the way, we've waited a long time for a breakthrough
Eye to eye, bayonet in the stomach
Chorus 2x