[IZ DNEVNIKA:
17.05.1940.

Jedva da sam sišao sa stanice, a već sam trčao prema kući moga oca, isto kako sam bio trčao kad je starac umro, ali emocije su ovaj put bile drugačije.
Večeras ću saznati istinu makar mi to bilo zadnje!]

Noćas sa tajni sva prašina pada,
Sadašnjost pozno ka prošlosti hrli
Ispred stana sad će doći garda;
Noćas glas dobijaju svi što su umrli

Dokaze imam, dolaze po tebe,
Korak po korak vani - čuješ li ih, stvore?
Čiju li si ženu klao, koga li si silovao,
Kako noću spavaš, snovi jel' te progone?

Ruka ti drhti, kosa ti mlaka,
Sve je laž bila, sve što si mi rek'o!
Sad se kriješ ispod tamnog, crnog oblaka,
a puta nema više, put ti je pobjeg'o

Ne sikći, zmijo, riječi ti sive,
nemaju više ništa, dubine ni glasa;
Večeras sve žrtve ponovo su žive,
Večeras priča užasa se napokon završava

Otac:
"Ko ti je ovo rek'o? Zar ne vidiš to su laži,
zar ti je nitkov neki od tvog oca možda draži?!"
Sin:
Evo ti pisma, sva su na tvoje ime,
svi tvoji prijatelji prije smrti izdali te!
Otac:
"Ma kakvi prijatelji? Blažu te krinom,
opijaju te ružom, prodaju te ružmarinom!"
Sin:
K'o kakav Juda upireš u njih prstom,
a do maloprije sve ih dokrajčio rukom čvrstom.
Viđen si u stanu, za Zagreba sam kartu
našao u tvome džepu, nisi sakrio pohlepu

A i ova crna pisma su te odala,
jedan ih pis'o pred smrt, druga sakrivena iza ormara

Sin:
Nema dalje, shvati, na ruke ti lanci
zasigurno noćas stižu, laž za laži sve se nižu
Hoćeš li makar sada razbiti tu tišinu,
Jednom više, makar jednom, reci tajnu za istinu!

Otac:
"Sve su to govna, pred smrt me preklinjala,
njihova grla sad bi sve odjednom svim' priznala!
Ma da sam znao, ranije bih ih klao,
samo da sam znao... u pak'o rani bih ih slao!"

Nitkove! Sve ove decenije, sve su laži,
Sav tvoj život stvoren, istinu sad mi kaži:
Koga si silovao? Od koga si majku 'krao?
Koje si dijete jadno u raljama zla poslao?

[Otrčao je i hitro uletio u sobu. Zaključao je vrata iza sebe.
Čuo sam ga kako traži nešto. Nakon trećeg pokušaja sam uspio nasilno otvoriti vrata.
Stigao sam na vrijeme i vidio ga s pištoljem u ruci. Hrvao sam se s njim da mu ga oduzmem.
Da li ga je želio upotrijebiti na sebe ili na mene... ne znam...]


ENGLISH:

THESE DAYS OF OURS

[FROM JOURNAL:
17.05.'40.

As soon as I came to the city, I ran straight to my fathers house, with the same haste I did when the killing first happened, but this time with different emotions.
Tonight I will know the full truth one way or the other!]

Tonight the face behind the veil
of secrets will finally appear
In front of the house the guards will arrive,
Tonight the dead ones will finally scream

Evidence is here, they're coming for you,
Step by step outside - do you hear them, you bastard?!
Who did you slaughter, what woman did you rape?!
Your lies are crumbling and you thought they've been mastered!

Your hand is shaking, your face is pale,
Everything was a lie, everything you've said
Now, like coward, you're hidding in shame,
But all of your roads have turned into graves

Like a snake you showed silky tongue,
But your words are empty, weak & done;
Tonight all the victims are alive again,
Tonight the story ends with prison or by gun

FATHER:
"What is this shit?! Why even bother?
You believe those lies from them and not your father?!"
SON:
Look at these letters, they all say sour name,
Each of your friends wrote them before their death.
FATHER:
"Friends, you say?! They've blessed me with shame,
They've kissed me and betrayed me for me to take all blame!"
SON:
Like Judas kiss, the one that betrays
is you and the one that killed was you with your hand
Witness saw you at the place, I've found a ticket
to Zagreb; not everything went as you've planned

All of these letters points to you:
One was written before death, the other was well hidden

FATHER:
"They are all cowards, begged me before their deaths,
They wanted to sing and talk the truth and grow conscience
If I knew they would sing, I'd killed them easlier,
Only if I knew... It wouldn't have come to this nonsense."

You bastard! For all these years you've lied,
Tell the truth, finally - why hide anymore, why bother;
Who did you rape? What woman did you murdered?
What child won't ever again see their mother?!

[He panicked and quickly ran into the room. I've heard the door locked behind him.
He was searching for something. After the third attempt, I managed to force open the door,
just in time to see him holding a gun. I've tried to wrestle it out of his hand.
Whether he wanted to use it on himself or on me... I don't know...]