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Pupoljak

Već dugo bio sam momak
Kad stig'o je pririode zov
Zažmurio sam, udahnuo duboko
I krenuo u život nov

Svi papci htjeli su sina
Ja sam dobio kćerku
Bila je tako blaga na mene
Lijepa više na ženu

Bila je mali, nježni pupoljak
Koji jednom bit će divan cvijet
Moj slatki mali, nježni izdanak
Zalijevaj ga i porast će

A onda je krenulo zlo
Strašni zvuci i slike
Bježala je meni u krilo
U podrumu igrala žmirke
Izašla je nahraniti cuku
I samo sebe ja krivim
Otada dišem, jedem i hodam
Ali više ne živim

Bila je mali, nježni pupoljak
Koji nikad neće postati cvijet
Moj slatki mali, nježni izdanak
Zalijevaš ga, on nestane

Otada volim djecu svu
Crnu, bijelu i žutu
Želim im da ne bude rata
Želim im sretni da budu
U san mi dođe divna djevojka
Izgleda sretno i zdravo
I kaže: Tata, nemoj se budit
Ostani sa mnom još malo

Bila je mali, nježni pupoljak
Koji nikad neće postati cvijet
Moj slatki mali, nježni izdanak
U srcu mome nikad ne vene

Bila je mali, nježni pupoljak
Koji nikad neće postati cvijet
Moj slatki mali, nježni izdanak
Zalijevaš ga, on nestane

Bud

I'd been a young man for so long
When nature's call arrived
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath
And stepped into a new life

All the fools wanted a son
I got a daughter
She was so gentle with me
More beautiful, like a woman

She was a small, tender bud
That would one day be a beautiful flower
My sweet little, tender sprout
Water it and it will grow

And then evil began
Terrible sounds and images
She ran into my arms
Played hide-and-seek in the basement
She went out to feed the dog
And I only blame myself
Since then I breathe, eat and walk
But I no longer live

She was a small, tender bud
That will never become a flower
My sweet little, tender sprout
You water it, it disappears

Since then I love all children
Black, white and yellow
I wish them no war
I wish them to be happy
A beautiful girl comes to me in my dreams
She looks happy and healthy
And says: Daddy, don't wake up
Stay with me a little longer

She was a small, tender bud
That will never become a flower
My sweet little, tender sprout
In my heart it never fades

She was a small, tender bud
That will never become a flower
My sweet little, tender sprout
You water it, it disappears