Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Kako su zli dedaci razbucali proslavu godisnjice braka kod mog druga Jevrema

Kako su zli dedaci razbucali proslavu godisnjice braka kod mog druga Jevrema

Na godišnjici braka kod mog druga Jevrema
Forsirala se muzika iz našeg vremena
I točilo se vino iz raznih buradi
I radilo se sve što treba da se uradi
Al' nepoznati genije je kresnuo TV
A baš je iš'o dnevnik i pokvario nam sve
I stado se poizvrtalo svud po patosu
I začas smo skomolali k'o na parastosu
Loša vest, pa još sve puta šest
Ola-la, prepotentni su sretni
Vidim ja: bolje rat nego rad
Ja spomenicu ne bi, i eto ti ga sad
Zli dedaci su zauzeti novim samitom
U, podigli su nosine, sav svet popalili
A drugi organ ne bi digli ni dinamitom
Jer svoj su zadnji metak odavno opalili
Dedaci, bolje igrajte šah
Ola-la, impotentni su sretni
Sledi im još kalendar il' dva
Pa pakuju za oblake i momke kao ja
Ta glupost s televizorom je bila teški kiks
Jer mužjaci su penili o vojnim silama
A dame su se povukle da gledaju "Twin Peaks"
I niko više nije sluš'o starog Dylan-a
Loša vest, pa još sve puta šest
Ola-la, prepotentni su sretni
Vidim ja: bolje rat nego rad
Al' ja spomenicu ne bi, i eto ti ga sad
Dedaci, bolje igrajte šah
Ola-la, impotentni su sretni
Sledi im još kalendar il' dva
Pa pakuju za oblake i momke kao ja
Ola-la,
Slali su na gola ostrva
E pa šta?
Odležali svoje robije
Ola-la
Plamen sipaju iz nozdrva
Vidim ja
Vabe narod da se pobije
Ola-la
Sanjam vijeća, sanjam skupštine
E pa šta?
Sanjam MUP-ovce i sabore
Ola-la
Nek me neko brzo uštine
Vidim ja
Vuku me u svoje tabore
Ola-la
Profitiraju iz nereda
E pa šta?
Skrivaju se iza nacije
Ola-la
Niko nas u oči ne gleda
Vidim ja

How the Evil Grandfathers Ruined My Friend Jevrem's Wedding Anniversary

At my friend Jevrem's wedding anniversary
They insisted on playing music from our time
And serving wine from various barrels
And doing everything that should be done
But an unknown genius turned on the TV
And it was the news that spoiled everything
And the guests began to wander all over the dance floor
And in no time we were all as solemn as at a memorial service
Bad news, and it's repeated six times
Oh dear, the overbearing are happy
I can see it now: better war than work
I said I don't want a war memorial, but here we go again
The evil grandfathers are busy with another summit
They've got their noses in the air, they've set the world on fire
But they'd never raise another part of their anatomy, not even with dynamite
Because they fired their last bullet a long time ago
Grandfathers, you'd be better off playing chess
Oh dear, the impotent are happy
They've got another month or two
Then they'll pack up for the clouds and leave guys like me behind
That nonsense with the TV was a big mistake
Because the men started arguing about the military
And the ladies retreated to watch "Twin Peaks"
And no one was listening to old Bob Dylan anymore
Bad news, and it's repeated six times
Oh dear, the overbearing are happy
I can see it now: better war than work
But I said I don't want a war memorial, but here we go again
Grandfathers, you'd be better off playing chess
Oh dear, the impotent are happy
They've got another month or two
Then they'll pack up for the clouds and leave guys like me behind
Oh dear,
They send us to deserted islands
So what?
We serve out our sentences
Oh dear
Flames are shooting out of their nostrils
I can see it
They're urging the people to fight
Oh dear
I dream of town councils, I dream of parliaments
So what?
I dream of police and assemblies
Oh dear
Someone pinch me, quick
I can see it
They're dragging me into their camps
Oh dear
They profit from chaos
So what?
They hide behind the nation
Oh dear
No one looks us in the eye
I can see it