Текст и перевод песни TBF - Nostalgicna

Nostalgicna

Može bit da san potrošija i ono malo suza
Za navodnit dolinu sevdaha i bluza
Svit je tužan, tu nikad neće bit pravde
Za one koji žele samo da žive i rade
I samo vole i smiju se svemu ka vicu
A ja se pitan ima li smisla pravit dicu
Donosit ih na svit di su život i sloboda
Ka roba koju će neki moćnik prodat

I ove stare melodije bude memorije
Čiste nostalgije, i ne znan šta mi je
Stari s bafama, stara s ogromnon trajnon
Sestra i ja cili umazan slajon
I sve je daleko i tajno
Al ditetu sve je sjajno
Znan i onda nije sve bilo bajno
Al pari mi se puno lipše
I ove kapi kiše ka da šapću "nikad više"

Jer sve prolazi, ostaje samo u nama
U srcima, u umu i fotoalbumu
Priča svaka slika, da ne zaboravin nikad
Nasmijana lica nekih starih prika
Nekih nema više, ostale su sjene
Mora bit da je s njima nesta i dio mene
Al vrate ga kiše i vitar s juga
Neka stara pisma, nostalgija i tuga

Nekad se pitan jel tribalo sve baš tako bit
Pa mislin tribalo je bit kad je proklet ovi svit
Dobri ljudi uvik izvuku deblji kraj
Zato se nadan da postoji pakal i raj
Neki viši sud, Božja pravda
Da presudi i kazni svakog onog gada
Željnog rata i žednog krvi
Ali ko je bez grijeha nek baci kamen prvi
Ironično, zaista, da citira Krista
Jedan od onih šta je odgojen u obitelji ateista
U mraku, u miješanom braku
U nekoj dalekoj zemlji sad je samo u zraku
(I baš me tamo donila roda)
Je, da ne mrzin i buden pošten, iskren i odan
A razliku između zla i dobra
Nisan naučio ni od fratra, ni od hodže, ni popa

Kad su zavladali oni šta su pali s kruške
Božji ljudi su blagoslovili puške
Ovce slali u smrt za svoga boga jedinoga
Za ludilo svoga ideologa
I kad zavlada mržnja razum nije lijek
I ludilo uvik promijeni tijek povijesti
Ispiše novu, krvavu stranu
U zemlji seljaka, na brdovitom Balkanu

Zato letin visoko iznad napaćenog tla
Daleko iznad poimanja dobra i zla
Visoko gore, ka suncu, u nebesa
(Di se gužvaju poruke sms-sa)
Iz ovog vrimena izlazin van
I zaranjan u neki davni, zaboravljeni san
U neki bolji dan, pun smija i vica
Di su sritni ljudi i njihova dica
I gledaju u sutra ozarena lica
Puni nade, u tom svitu pravde
Jednakosti, bratstva i slobode
(U svit ljubavi me misli vode)
I još uvik virujen da će na ovoj planeti
Jednog dana svi ljudi moć živit sretni
Razum, ljubav i znanje izgradit će raj
I znaj, neće bit ironije za kraj

Nostalgic

Maybe I've spent the last of my tears
To irrigate the valley of sevdah and blues
The world is sad, there will never be justice
For those who only want to live and work
And just love and laugh at everything as a joke
And I wonder, does it make sense to have children
To bring them into a world where life and freedom
Are like goods that some powerful man will sell

And these old melodies become memories
Pure nostalgia, and I don't know what's wrong with me
Old men with mustaches, old women with huge perms
My sister and I, all covered in mud
And everything is far away and secret
But for a child, everything is brilliant
I know, even then not everything was great
But it seems much better to me
And these raindrops are like whispers "never again"

Because everything passes, only remains in us
In our hearts, minds, and photo albums
Every picture tells a story, so I'll never forget
The smiling faces of some old friends
Some are gone, only shadows remain
A part of me must have disappeared with them
But the rain and the south wind bring it back
Some old letters, nostalgia and sadness

Sometimes I wonder if it all had to be that way
Well, I think it had to be since this world is cursed
Good people always get the short end of the stick
So I hope there is a hell and a heaven
Some higher court, God's justice
To judge and punish every one of those bastards
Eager for war and thirsty for blood
But he who is without sin, let him cast the first stone
Ironically, really, to quote Christ
One of those raised in an atheist family
In darkness, in a mixed marriage
In some distant land, now only in the air
(And that's where the stork brought me)
Yeah, so I wouldn't hate and be honest, sincere and loyal
And the difference between good and evil
I didn't learn from a friar, an imam, or a pope

When those who fell from the pear tree took over
God's people blessed the rifles
Sending sheep to die for their one and only god
For the madness of their ideologue
And when hatred prevails, reason is not the cure
And madness always changes the course of history
Writes a new, bloody page
In the land of peasants, in the mountainous Balkans

So I fly high above the afflicted ground
Far beyond the comprehension of good and evil
High up, to the sun, into the heavens
(Where text messages are crowding)
I'm stepping out of this time
And diving into some distant, forgotten dream
Into some better day, full of laughter and jokes
Where happy people and their children are
And they look to the future with bright faces
Full of hope, in that world of justice
Equality, brotherhood and freedom
(My thoughts lead me to a world of love)
And I still believe that one day on this planet
All people will be able to live happily
Reason, love and knowledge will build paradise
And know, there will be no irony in the end