Po Ovoj Zimi Nalazimo Smrt

[Vojnik dolazi sebi nakon ranjavanja, kilometrima od kuće, odvojen od svoje žene i sina.
Snažna zima, glad i neimaština su odvukli mnoge živote za sobom.
Ponekad, uz vatru, nakon gomile jada i teških dana, vojnici nalaze hrabrost pjevajući stare pjesme.]

Zima, a nas trese jara,
ko je proš'o ovo, pakao mu dobrodoš'o
Smrt tamo kud život stvara;
Više je đidija nego što je dost

A ja i moja mladost, moj jezik
liže plamen gori nego ove rane...
Nekog nose u plaštiji kralja,
a nekog k'o orden, al' propale medalje

Bol, al' ne od rana,
Od boljih dana narisanih zlom
Štol' je jadno da te uspomene
su sve što me drži na životu ovom

I ona, što ne znam jel' živa
il' mrtva, što imam dom il' grob
*Da mi je živit' još jedan trenutak
makar da vidim jel imam još svog?

Zima nas štipa, zima nas grli,
K'o sve mrtvo što životu hrli
Zima nam poji, zima nas veže
i steže...

Jebeš ti život kad ostaneš sam,
Ma sama misao dušu mi gnoji
I jebem ti dom kad nemam tam' svog
Nudi se tuđe, ali miliji mi moji

Rađe bih gin'o u oluji ovoj
i hod'o gol na kijamet Gospodnji
Stavio pečat na čelo k'o ćutuk
Puzao putem što k' vama vodi


"Još ne sviće rujna zora
Još ne trepti list sa gora
Ne čuje se glas slavuja
Zoru da najavi..."

Ali imam još mira
Od života tražim
još malo života
Da im se vratim

"Još ne sviće rujna zora
Još ne trepti list sa gora
Ne čuje se glas slavuja
zoru da najavi..."


"Neka cvjeta rosno cvijeće
Nek' se kiti s' njim proljeće
Ja ga neću više brati
Jer nije za mene"

"Svaka travka u povoju
Bar osjeća radost svoju
Al' od mene radost bježi
Daleko, daleko..."


English:

THIS IS THE WINTER WE'VE FOUND OUR DEATHS

[Soldier is feeling a bit better after being shoot.
Miles from home he is separated from his wife and son while strong winter, hunger and poverty took many lives in their wake.

Sometimes, by the fire, after a lot of misery and hard days, soldiers find courage by singing old songs.]

It is so, so cold and we are run down by fever...
Who survives this - hell has nothing on him!
Death is a cold guest in the halls
Where life is painter, where life creates!

My youth, my eyes, my tongue
Spews fire worse than these wounds...
Someone is carried in kings robes
And someone like medal, but full of dust and rust

This pain, but not from bullet,
But from good days fallen to the Charon brush
It's so sad that those memories are all
That's left and what's keeping me alive

And her... I still don't know if she's alive or dead.
I don't know if I'll find home or grave?
I'll give everything to live - only for a small moment
Just so I can see that she is still there...

Winter is bitting, pinching and squeezing,
Like all that's dying and running towards life
Winter is holding, singing and praying
And lurking...

"Why the fuck would I live if I'm alone?"
That sudden thought is poisoning my mind
"Cold are the walls and its so fucking worse
When someone is offering all of their gold..."
But that is not worth giving up my home.

I would rather die in this freezing storm
And walk naked in darkest of tempest
I'd brand myself on the forehead like cattle
If that would mean I can be again with them

"Red dawn is still not dawning,
Mountain leaf is still not falling,
Nightingale is still so silent
Announcing the dawn"

But I still have small measure of peace,
I'm still asking pledge from life
I still want to live, I still want life
So I can come back to them...

"Red dawn is still not dawning,
Mountain leaf is still not falling,
Nightingale is still so silent
Announcing the dawn"

"May dew-covered flowers blossom
And may they adorn the Spring
I won’t be picking them again
Because they are not for me"

"Every sprouting blade of grass
Feels at least its own joy,
But joy is running away from me
Far, far away…"