KRVAVI ROVOVI

[Vojnici izderani, raštrkani, pentraju se po kamenjaru. Poderane obuće, raskrvareni, osvaja se metar po metar.
Kroz gomile jauka, vodi se borba prsa o prsa - puška više ne pomaže.
Ovo je odlučujuća bitka Fronta.

Ovakav broj leševa na ovakvom prostranstvu još nije do tad viđen.
Rovovi duboki metar i po, na ponekim mjestima kompletno puni. Jedan uz drugog leže u gomilama.

Veternik.]

Nekad' mi neuki, mali ljudi
puškama pričamo najglasnije
Do nekoć zimu grlio, ka smrti hrlio,
a sad na jedan korak do nje

Moja mati, moja zemljo,
Sunce ovdje grije bolje
Ginuli tada, ginemo sada,
Dok god nas noge bose nose

A gdje je mladost?
Ostala j' ovdje
Tu su mnoge mladosti
ostale moje

K'o ovaj kamen
što sanj'o nije
da će jednog dana
nad grobljima da bdije

Na mrtvoj straži
u gluvom dobu
te plave oči gone,
jesu l' ikad znale zlobu?

Te plave oči obraze
guste suze im griju
Sve živo što j' u njima
nema, crnilom se kriju

Što li me tol'ko muči
taj jedan život manje
Dal' zato što je mladić bio,
a ja mu skratih patnje

Jauče za jadnom majkom
dok iz njega život davim
I polako se i ja gubim
u njegovim očima plavim

Svakoga novog dana
Novi su krici rata
Krvavi rovovi broje;
Prsa o prsa, brat na brata

Svake te tužne noći
Sudbe se čudne spoje
Ko'lko živih il' mrtvih ima;
to samo rovovi broje

Mi - od zemlje ove satkani,
ni konjica ne može stići
tamo kud' nas vode goli tabani

Mi - i doktori i seljaci,
Eno barjak se vijori na krovu,
to nas naša ognjišta zovu!

"Osvajajte svakoga metra,
Zemlju vašu držite u šaci....
Trčite, putevima vjetra,
Juriš junaci, juriš junaci!!!"

Mi - od zemlje ove satkani,
ni konjica ne može stići
tamo kud' nas vode goli tabani

Mi - i doktori i seljaci,
Eno barjak se vijori na krovu,
to nas naša ognjišta zovu!

Mi - od zemlje ove satkani,
Hrabra družina koplja lome
i lete, trče ka svome!

Mi - i doktori i seljaci,
Čujemo krike noći ove,
to nas naša zemlja zove!


English:

BLOODY TRENCHES

[Soldiers weak & scattered, scrambling around huge rocky terrain. Torn shoes, bloodied - this place ia conquered meter by meter.
Among the echoes of wails, hand-to-hand combat takes place - the rifle no longer helps.
This is the decisive battle of the Front.

Such number of corpses in such a small area had not been seen before.
The trenches are a meter and a half deep, in some places completely full. Dead lie side by side in heaps.

Veternik.]

Sometimes it happens that us ignorant, little people
Talk loudest with our guns
It seems yesterday I was fighting winter, laying in bed with Death,
But now I'm one step closer

My dear mother, I can see the land,
It is majestic under this sun..
We've died before and we shall die again
As long as these barren feet can run

You ask of our youth?
It has stayed here
Many of our youths
Was left on this battlefield

Like this stone,
Among our braves
That became a pallbearer
To our graves

On this silent watch,
In my darkest hour
I'm still hunted by those eyes
They never knew no evil

Those blue eyes pierced me,
He was someone's son...
All that was alive in them -
Now it's gone.

Why is it bothering me so much;
This life I took with one breath
Is it because he was so young
And I became his death?

He is screaming for his mother
While I'm slowly chocking life
And silently, so silently I'm also getting lost
In his beautiful and cold blue eyes...

With every new day
I can hear cries of war
These bloody trenches count
Life and death, keeping the score

With every new night,
Our destinies sit in galore:
"How many lives where lost?"
Bloody trenches - they're keeping the score

We are woven from this land,
Not even cavalry can catch up
Where our bare feets are running.

We - both doctors and peasant,
We can see the banner way up there
We hear the call of our land!

"With these hands you conquer everything,
This land that's between our fingers;
You run, like wind is carrying you,
Towards death, heroes! Towards death, heroes!!!"

We are woven from this land,
Not even cavalry can catch up
Where our bare feets are running.

We - both doctors and peasant,
We can see the banner way up there
We hear the call of our land!

We are woven from this land,
Band of brothers - spears and guns
Can't stop us on this run!

We - both doctors and peasant,
We hear the screams of our fathers
Calling us towards our mothers!"