Текст и перевод песни Edo Maajka - Sevdah O Rodama

Sevdah O Rodama

Ovde više ne dolaze ni rode
Ne gode im više naše flaše
Balkan im više jednostavno ne paše
Jer grijeh je rodit dijete tu, đe meci lete
Đe seljaci prijete i đe su pametni postali mete

Ujutro želuci bole pa pijemo uzole
Glave bole jer slušamo morone
Pijemo kafetine pa na kordone uz apaurine
Jer otišli su živci onaj dana kad su otišle i firme

Zbogom firme, ej ba
Bile ste dobre, al' sjebale vas pretvorbe i privatizacije
Donijele nam otkaze i sikiracije, al' no sikiriki
Sad će izbori, sad će kampanje da nam skrenu pažnje
Donijet će nam u naše selo ražnje
Dijelit će kobasice, okretat janjce i prasice
Da zaboravimo masnice, prazne novčanike i naše prazne kartice

Raja, hajmo svi u štrajk glađu
Ako ne bude glasača neće znat da se snađu
Tek će onda da zagusti, neće imat više koga musti
I oni će umrijet od gladi kad nema ko za njih da radi
Alo ba, hej

Nek nas nasele Mađari, oni znaju šta da se radi
Znat će obrađivat našu zemlju
Ne rade štetu, pravit će Vegetu
Nek cijelu zemlju betoniraju od Vegete neka prave supe
Na svakih deset metara neka rade benzinske pumpe i hotele
Parkirališta za aute kamione i motore
Da se imaju đe odmarat kad idu na naše prekrasno more

Al' dijaspora to ne bi dala, tražili bi svoja prava
Zemlju bi naselili opet balkanci, opet bi bila puna istih budala
Onda bi dijasopra dobila svoju dijasporu
A Mađari i ostali ne bi više kroz nas išli prema moru
Jer na cestama bi bile nove rupe
Nove paravojne trupe novi balvani na cesti
Novi šupci, nove puške i novi meci
Jer grijeh je rodit dijete tu đe meci lete

A ma opet budale nove budale vode
Opet pobjegoše moje rode
Ne znam raja za vas al ja vidiš volim naše rode
One ko i ja vole mir, vole čista polja i čiste vode
Vode bez leševa i polja bez mina
One donose djecu a ja bih danas sutra imo kćer il' sina

Sevdah O Rodama

No more storks come here anymore
Your bottles don't appeal to them anymore
The Balkans are simply not their thing anymore
Because it's a sin to have a child here, where bullets fly
Where peasants threaten and the intelligent have become targets

Our stomachs hurt in the morning, so we drink painkillers
Our heads hurt because we listen to idiots
We drink espresso and head to the checkpoints with painkillers
Because our nerves gave out the day the companies left

Goodbye companies
You were good, but conversions and privatizations screwed you over
You brought us layoffs and firings, but not much else
Now it's election time, now there will be campaigns to distract us
They will bring us spits to our village
They will hand out sausages, turn lambs and pigs
So that we forget about the butchers, empty wallets and empty cards

People, let's all go on a hunger strike
If there are no voters, they won't know what to do
That's when things will get tough, they'll have no one left to milk
And they will starve to death when there's no one left to work for them
Hey

Let's have the Hungarians settle us, they know what to do
They will know how to cultivate our land
They won't cause damage, they will make Vegeta
Let them pave the whole country with Vegeta, let them make soups
Let them build gas stations and hotels every ten meters
Parking lots for cars, trucks and motorcycles
So they have a place to rest when they go to our beautiful sea

But the diaspora wouldn't allow that, they would demand their rights
The land would be repopulated by Balkan people again, it would be full of the same fools again
Then the diaspora would get their own diaspora
And the Hungarians and others would no longer pass through us to get to the sea
Because there would be new potholes in the roads
New paramilitary troops, new roadblocks
New snipers, new rifles and new bullets
Because it's a sin to have a child here where bullets fly

But hey, new fools lead new fools again
My people have fled again
I don't know about you, but I love my people
Those who love peace, clean fields and clean waters like me
Waters without corpses and fields without mines
They bring children and I would like to have a daughter or son today or tomorrow