Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - 1987

1987

Juče sam slušao vesti na radiju,

I listened to the news on the radio yesterday,

Poseban osvrt na pucnjavu u Persiji.

A special report on the shooting in Persia.

Sve ređe spominju drug' Hamdiju, suviše njih je na veresiji.

They mention друг Hamdija less and less, there are too many of them on credit.

Nesreća jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!

What a misfortune, poor and miserable eighty seventh!

Na svetskoj berzi laju kerovi,

The stockbrokers shout on the world stock exchange,

Nek dolar propadne, tu su naše menice.

Let the dollar fall, here are our bills of exchange.

Ne plaše mene krupni zverovi

I'm not afraid of big beasts

Nego krvopije i stenice.

Just bloodsuckers and bedbugs.

Nesreća jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!

What a misfortune, poor and miserable eighty seventh!

Decu ubijaju na spavanju,

They kill children in their sleep,

Plaši me da se ne podigne

I'm afraid he won't get up

Vampir četnički,

Chetnik vampire,

šta vampir zna o iseljavanju,

What does a vampire know about emigration,

I on sve vidi čisto etnički.

He sees everything purely ethnically.

Nesreća jedna, jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!

What a misfortune, poor and miserable eighty seventh!

I negde sasvim u dnu novina

And somewhere at the very bottom of the newspapers

Mala i beznačajna vest,

A small and insignificant news item,

Da jedan peva deset godina,

That a guy has been singing for ten years,

Otpev'o je i on svoje, gotovo, gotovo je!

He's sung his song too, it's almost over, it's over!

Juče sam gled'o televiziju,

I watched TV yesterday,

Neshvaćen genij, drug Fadilj

Unrecognized genius, comrade Fadilj

Na teškoj muci je:

Is having a hard time:

Ne shvata niko moćnu viziju,

Nobody understands his powerful vision,

Ne dižu javne institucije.

Public institutions don't rise.

Nesreća jedna, jadna i bedna

What a misfortune, poor and miserable

Osamdeset sedma!

Eighty-seventh!

'Ajmo deco...

Come on, children...

U Novom Sadu demonstracije,

Demonstrations in Novi Sad,

Poznata priča, i ovde je kriva menza.

A well-known story, the cafeteria is to blame here too.

Na ulicama mladost nacije,

The youth of the nation in the streets,

E sad nam jedino fali još Lech Valensa.

We are only missing Lech Valensa now.

Tuga jedna, jadna i bedna

What a misery, poor and miserable

Osamdeset sedma!

Eighty-seventh!

I negde sasvim u dnu novina

And somewhere at the very bottom of the newspapers

Mala i beznačajna vest,

A small and insignificant news item,

Da jedan peva deset godina,

That a guy has been singing for ten years,

Otpev'o i on svoje, gotovo, gotovo je!

He's sung his song too, it's almost over, it's over!

I negi drug je opet digao glas,

And another comrade raised his voice again,

Drug nam je ponovo

Comrade is once again

Zbog svega dr"o govor.

About everything dr"o speech.

Da, on je opet malo vik'o na nas,

Yes, he yelled at us a little again,

Do kraja govor je postao isti horor!

By the end, the speech became the same horror!

Tuga jedna, jadna i bedna

What a misery, poor and miserable

Osamdeset sedma!

Eighty-seventh!

Slučaj tih gradjana je zamršen,

The case of those citizens is complicated,

Niko im jo ne sme reči da štede snagu,

Nobody dares to tell them to save their strength,

I da je rat nedavno završen

And that the war ended recently

I da su Rusi već na Reichstag-u.

And that the Russians are already in the Reichstag.

Nesreća jedna, jadna i bedna

What a misfortune, poor and miserable

Osamdeset sedma!

Eighty-seventh!

La, la, la, la, la...

Oleo! La, la, la, la, la, la, la...

Oleo! La, la, la, la, la, la, laaaa...

Jadna i bedna osamdeset sedma!