Текст и перевод песни Elemental - Balkana

Balkana

Moji su vrsnjaci vidjeli sve
I podrume, uzbune mrtve i izbjegle
Nase bi djetinjstvo bilo drukcije
Da nije zveckalo oruzje

Ovde je ratna igra normalna
Mrznja raste brzo poput korova
A neki novi klinci puske nose
I jos se time ponose

Ne vjerujem nikome
Potrosili ste me
Politicari rade samo za sebe
Demokracija je tu, a gdje sam ja
U zemlji beckih konjusara

Sram me kad vidim da smo zadojeni
Kako cemo rast u mrznji odgojeni
Svako malo praznimo sarzere
Nema te kise da krv ispere

Djeca rata mrze, mrze
I pucaju u ledja
Hej, okreni se brze, brze
Da te upucaju sprijeda, u srce

Ref. 2x
S ove strane Balkana
Sreca nije bogom dana
Ovo je zemlja rana
I pustih obecanja

Dvadeset godina i jos vas puca
I jos vam se puca
Jos vam se pere taj film
A u dzep straj sto stvar'o je narod
Ako narod suti
Onda slaze se s tim

Nama nikad nece biti dosta
Nema tog rata nakon kojeg je stvar cista
I nece balkanska pamet
U balkansku glavu
Svaka budala misli tu da je u pravu

Svi tu samo smatraju da trebaju biti vlast
Da fotelja daje pravo
Da i oni mogu krast
Nikad necemo prerast svoje sitne tastine
Gledat cemo zapad iz neposredne blizine

A sutra, za sutra bas i ne ostaje
Mi mladji neka stvaramo nanovo
Nama postaje sve ispocetka
Zasucimo rukave
Snova vise nemamo zbog nase jave

Ref. 2x

Pjesmom se lijeci domovina
Budnice jece sa planina
Ja sam budna i mislim
Mozda je bolji san
Oni zive bogovski
Ja prezivljavam

Sramite se, vi ste sitne duse
Djecu ucite mrznji
Ucite ih da ruse
Mi smo bili sjebani
Pa ne moraju i oni
Neka ne bjeze iz gradova u koloni

Ref. 4x

Balkan

My peers saw it all
Shelters, alarms, and the dead and displaced
Our childhood would have been different
If not for the sound of gunfire

Here, war games are normal
Hatred grows fast like weeds
And some young children carry rifles
And are even proud of it

I trust no one
You have used me up
Politicians work only for themselves
Democracy is here, but where am I
In a land of horse thieves

I am ashamed when I see that we are indoctrinated
How will we grow up brought up in hatred
We keep firing clips
Not enough money to wash away all the blood

Children of the war hate and hate
And they will shoot you in the back
Hey, turn around quickly
So they can shoot you from the front, in the heart

Ref. 2x
On this side of the Balkans,
Happiness is not God-given
This is a land of wounds
And empty promises

Twenty years on, and you are still shooting
And shooting at each other
You are still watching that movie about it
While you put away the money that people earned
If the people are silent,
Then they agree with it

It will never be enough for us
There is no war after which everything becomes clear
And the Balkan mind does not want
To be in the Balkan head
Every fool thinks he is right here

All they think here is that they should be the authority
That an armchair gives the right
To steal also
We will never grow out of our petty vanity
We will watch the West from very close

And tomorrow, nothing at all remains for tomorrow
Let us younger ones create anew
For us, everything is beginning from the start
Let's roll up our sleeves
We have no more dreams because of our reality

Ref. 2x

The homeland is healed with songs
The reveille echoes from the mountains
I am awake and I think
Perhaps a dream is better
They live like gods
I survive

You should be ashamed, you are small-minded
You teach children to hate
You teach them to destroy
We were fucked up,
But they don't have to be
May they not flee the cities in a column

Ref. 4x