Samo da rata ne bude
Đorđe Balašević / Ђорђе БалашевићOriginale | English Version by Riccardo Venturi |
SAMO DA RATA NE BUDE Pijani momci prolaze Duž naše tihe ulice Oni u vojsku polaze Prate ih tužne curice Brinu ih slutnje sulude Da rata ne bude Ne mogu da me ne sete Suze navrh tvog nosića Devetsto osamdesete Ulice Brane Ćosića I voza crnog k'o da s njim Zauvek odlazim Znaš štaK'o zlatni prah Oreol sna Oko malenih glavica I tvoja ljubav nad njima Čuva ih kao lavica Loše te vesti uzbude Da rata ne bude Znaš štaSamo da rata ne bude Ludila među ljudima Veliki nude zablude Plaše nas raznim čudima I svakoj bajci naude Samo da rata ne bude. Samo da rata ne bude Ludila među ljudima Veliki nude zablude Plaše nas raznim čudima I svakoj bajci naude Samo da rata ne bude. | JUST LET THERE BE NO WAR Drunken boys are passing through our silent streets, they're leaving for war as girls greet them in sadness, worried by sorrowful thoughts. Just let there be no war. Tears are flowing on your little nose and I can't help thinking to nineteen eighty in Branimir Ćosić street and to the black train, too, as if I went forever away with it. And I tell you:Like golden dust, like a dream aureole on children's head, your endless love defends them like a lioness, you're troubled by bad news: let there be no war And I tell you:Just let there be no war, may the people become sane again. The grown-ups tell stories, they frighten us with great miracles and do all boys harm. Just let there be no war! |