Текст и перевод песни GRU - Pravo u raj

Pravo u raj

Bio je dan, dan kao svaki drugi dan
Seli smo u kola sve je bilo kao san
Išli smo gradom uz obaveznu šalu
S druge strane ulice videli smo jednu malu.

On kao uvek nasmejano lice,
Prešao je brzo na drugu stranu ulice,
Pa reče sa devojkom bilo mu je dosta,
Da zbog nje skočio bi s mosta.

I priča je bila kul baš koliko treba
U trenutku kao grom iz vedra neba
Pojavio se ludak sa pištoljem u ruci,
Rekao je: "BEŽI OD NJE, IDI KUĆI!"

Uplašena devojka pala je u nesvest,
Kada video je to u njemu javio se gnev
I sa podignudom pesnicom
Je krenuo na cev...
Drž' ga...

17-ti maj crna povorka vijuga,
Iznad topčiderskog groblja
Nadvila se tuga.
Još jedan mladi život ode
Surova je istina.

Još jedna majka u crnom,
Se oprašta od sina,
Kleči, pored kovčega
Suze kvase joj lice.

Kroz misli sada prolaze joj slike ubice.
Dodiruje drvo i steže zube
I proklinje Boga,
Zbog svega toga.

A nebo ko da počinje
Polako da se spušta,
Pada tama i počinje kiša.
Kao da kaže, ovde je kraj,
Duša ovog dečaka sada ide
Pravo u raj...
Pravo u raj...

Stojim kao kamen,
Potpuno nem,
Ne znam šta da mislim,
Ne znam šta da kažem,
Sem da ne želim da verujem
Da je ovo stvarnost
I ako je sve oko mene
Sušta realnost.

Mokra kosa, kapi kiše
Cure mi niz vrat,
Srce se steglo
Jer otiš'o je brat.

Za koga, u mom srcu
će uvek mesta biti
To je čovek
U čije ime ću uvek piti!

Sećanja naviru,
Sećam se svega
I tuča, žurki, riba
Kola, škole, mora, snega.

I prvi put kada pijani smo bili,
Skakali po ulici ponašali k'o debili.
Sećam se svake svađe i prve marice,
Kada ćale mu je video okrvavljeno lice.

"Sine, k'o te bre tuk'o tako?"

Nije želeo da kaže,
Jer mu nije bilo lako.
U duši je bio dete željno života,
Al' sve je to stalo zbog jednog idiota.

Gore iznad nas neko nam se smeje
Gleda nas odozgo i smrt seje.
Neko, sa bolesnim smislom za humor
I da li će i on nekad osetiti umor?

Jer bio je mlad i nije morao da ode,
Suviše rano za njega postalo je kasno.
Ovaj svet je tako surov,
I da li će nam ikada biti jasno,
Da negde gore visoko je izvučen njegov broj.

I možda već sutra bude i tvoj
I možda ćeš i ti kao i on
Da odeš bez pozdrava
Jer i ti si samo broj...

Pravo u raj...
Pravo u raj...
Pravo u raj...

Straight to Heaven

It was a day, a day like any other
We got in the car, it all felt like a dream
We drove through the city, joking as usual
Across the street, we saw a young girl.

He, with his ever-smiling face,
Quickly crossed to the other side,
He said he'd had enough with his girlfriend,
That he'd jump off a bridge for her.

And the story was cool, just right
In a moment, like a bolt from the blue
A madman appeared, gun in hand,
He said: "GET AWAY FROM HER, GO HOME!"

The frightened girl fainted,
Seeing this, anger surged within him
And with a raised fist
He lunged at the barrel...
Hold him...

May 17th, a black procession winds its way,
Above Topčider cemetery
Sadness hangs heavy.
Another young life is gone
The truth is harsh.

Another mother in black,
Says goodbye to her son,
Kneeling beside the coffin
Tears stream down her face.

Images of the killer flash through her mind.
She touches the wood and clenches her teeth
And curses God,
For all of this.

And the sky seems to begin
To slowly descend,
Darkness falls and the rain starts.
As if to say, this is the end,
This boy's soul now goes
Straight to heaven...
Straight to heaven...

I stand like a stone,
Completely speechless,
I don't know what to think,
I don't know what to say,
Except that I don't want to believe
That this is reality
Even though everything around me
Is pure reality.

Wet hair, raindrops
Trickle down my neck,
My heart tightens
Because my brother is gone.

For whom, in my heart
There will always be a place
He's the man
In whose name I will always drink!

Memories flood back,
I remember everything
Fights, parties, girls
Cars, school, sea, snow.

And the first time we were drunk,
Jumping in the street, acting like idiots.
I remember every fight and the first police car,
When his dad saw his bloody face.

"Son, who the hell beat you up like that?"

He didn't want to say,
Because it wasn't easy for him.
In his soul, he was a child yearning for life,
But it all stopped because of one idiot.

Up above us, someone laughs at us
Watches us from above and sows death.
Someone, with a sick sense of humor
And will he ever feel tired?

Because he was young and didn't have to leave,
Too early for him became too late.
This world is so cruel,
And will it ever be clear to us,
That somewhere high above, his number was drawn.

And maybe tomorrow it will be yours
And maybe you too, like him
Will leave without saying goodbye
Because you too are just a number...

Straight to heaven...
Straight to heaven...
Straight to heaven...