Текст и перевод песни Zabranjeno Pusenje - Od istorijskog AVNOJ'a

Od istorijskog AVNOJ'a

Cetr′espete njega je primila partija
A s' vojskom je us′o u Trst
Sada ulazi na vrata komesarijata
A prima ga Crveni Krst
Njegov sin vise nema svoga osmjeha
Po kom su ga znale cure s' Koseva
Kaze, stari, tvoja Juga je veliki zajeb
Tebe i tvojih komunjara
Ref.
A stara sjedi i place
Kaze, Dragane, pusti vijesti malo jace
Od istorijskog AVNOJ-a
Do izbjeglickog konvoja
Preko Sremske Race
U njemu tece krv radnih akcija
Kad se diglo i selo i grad
Bio je on bez igdje icega
Ali nikad prazan k'o sad
Stari, sad se vidi, sad se vraca
S′ kim ste htjeli da budete braca
Zajebo vas Tito i partija cijela
Sloboda ocigledno nije umjela da pjeva
Ref.
Ponekad sanja smrt kako se sunja
I odvodi najbolje drugove
A ponekad usni nerodjenog unuka
Sto zbori Majakovskog stihove
Sa barikada se cuje "No pasaran"
O, kako je cudan bio taj san
Tu je ceta proletera, zastava crvena
Tu je slika Ive Lole Ribara
A stara veli dosta svadje
Kaze, Dragane, pusti vijesti malo jaèe
Od istorijskog AVNOJ-a
Do izbjeglickog konvoja
Preko Sremske Race

From historical AVNOJ

The party welcomed him at the Congress
And he entered Trieste with the army
Now he is stepping into the commissariat
And the Red Cross is welcoming him
His son no longer has the smile
By which the girls from Kosevo knew him
He says, old man, your Yugoslavia is a big mess
You and all of your communist comrades
Ref.
And the old lady is sitting and crying
She says, Dragan, turn up the news a little
From the historical AVNOJ
To the refugee convoy
Crossing the Syrmian Front
The blood of labor campaigns flows in him
When the whole village and the city rose up
He was without anything
But never empty as he is now
Old man, now you can see, now it is coming back
Who you wanted to be brothers with
Tito and the whole party screwed you over
Freedom clearly did not know how to sing
Ref.
Sometimes he dreams of death as it is dreamed
And carries away the best friends
And sometimes the lips of an unborn grandchild
Who speaks the verses of Mayakovsky
From the barricades you can hear "No pasaran"
Oh, how strange that dream was
There is a squad of proletarians, a red banner
There is a picture of Ivo Lola Ribar
And the old lady says enough quarreling
She says, Dragan, turn up the news a little
From the historical AVNOJ
To the refugee convoy
Crossing the Syrmian Front