Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Ziveti Slobodno...

Ziveti Slobodno...

Davno ti je vrag zaseo na prag, zemljo Srbijo...
Niko živ se ne seća tolikih nesreća za jednog vezira
Oko tebe komšije podižu bedeme jeda i prezira
E, tog još nije bilo, ludama je milo, ostale je stid...
Crne hronike i harmonike, sitan Rock & Roll
Bajke da na kraju ponajbolji ostaju više ne prolaze
S tamne strane globusa bolje se vidi da Najbolji odlaze
Pločnici Toronta, oči boje fronta, ozinka svih nas
Na šta se priča svodi? Ej, parole o slobodi
Šetači-preletači? Slaba potpora
Nije to glava-pismon, ili jesmo ili nismo?
Ovo srce bubnja večni tam-tam otpora:
Živeti slobodno... svetom se oriti...
Okićen perom sokola, za urok protiv okova
Živeti slobodno... pesmom pokoriti...
Tvoj steg na svakom gradu je gde ti se neko raduje
Probati jug ko zrno grožđa sa dlana bogorodice
Liznuti so sa onog gvožđa za koje vežu brodice
Slušati vetre kako gude u bele stepske jasene
Zajtiti vode koje bude gene u nama spasene...
Al, čim se pomene fantom promene, sevnu šlemovi
Žali bože matore, oni se zatvore čim gazde podviknu
Upiru se deca da rođene očeve od laži odviknu...
Šta na kraju bidne? Putnici za Sidnej, izlaz taj i taj
Dokle, bre, da nas voza zli čarobnjak iz Oza?
Dokle taj glupi džoker: Ćuti, dobro je.
Ma, čitav plen da skupe, pa ne mogu da vas kupe
Da vam mladost kao sitan kusur odbroje...
Živeti slobodno... svetom se oriti...
Okićen perom sokola, za urok protiv okova
Živeti slobodno... pesmom pokoriti...
Tvoj steg na svakom gradu je gde ti se neko raduje
Svako je jutro novo ušće, poteci kao rečica
Neka se trnje plete gušće, nebo je tvoja prečica
I zdrobi lažne dijamante ko ljusku šupljeg oraha
Nek bulevari sveta pamte muziku tvojih koraka
Svako je jutro novo ušće, poteci kao rečica
Neka se trnje plete gušće, nebo je tvoja prečica
I zdrobi lažne dijamante ko ljusku šupljeg oraha
Nek bulevari sveta pamte muziku tvojih koraka...

Living Free...

The devil has long been at your doorstep, Serbian land...
No one alive can remember so many misfortunes for a single vizier
Neighbors around you are building walls of anger and contempt
Eh, that's never happened before, madmen love it, the rest are ashamed...
Dark chronicles and accordions, petty Rock & Roll
Fairytales that the best always survive don't work anymore
From the dark side of the globe you can see better that the Best are leaving
Toronto sidewalks, eyes the color of battlefronts, disgrace to all of us
What does the story come down to? Hey, words about freedom
Fly-by-night walkers? Weak support
It's not a brain-teaser, we either are or we aren't?
This heart drums the eternal tom-tom of resistance:
Living free... resound through the world...
Adorned with the falcon's feather, for a charm against chains
Living free... conquering with a song...
Your standard in every city is where someone rejoices at you
To taste the south like a grape from the palm of the Virgin Mary
To lick the salt from the iron to which the boats are tied
To listen to the winds howling in the white steppe ash trees
To protect the waters that will be the salvation saved within us...
But as soon as the phantom of change is mentioned, helmets flash
God pity the old, they shut themselves in as soon as the bosses shout
The children try to wean their fathers from lies...
What will become of us in the end? Passengers for Sydney via such-and-such an exit
How long will the evil wizard from Oz lead us by the nose?
How long will this foolish joker say: Be quiet, it's all good?
They might collect all the loot, but they can't buy you
So they can deduct your youth as a petty misdemeanor...
Living free... resound through the world...
Adorned with the falcon's feather, for a charm against chains
Living free... conquering with a song...
Your standard in every city is where someone rejoices at you
Every morning is a new estuary, flow like a river
Let the thorns intertwine more thickly, the sky is your shortcut
And crush false diamonds like the shell of an empty walnut
Let the boulevards of the world remember the music of your footsteps
Every morning is a new estuary, flow like a river
Let the thorns intertwine more thickly, the sky is your shortcut
And crush false diamonds like the shell of an empty walnut
Let the boulevards of the world remember the music of your footsteps...