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lyrics
[IZ DNEVNIKA:
16.05.'40.
Sat je otkucao ponoć - istu ponoć kao onda kad sam ušao u taj prokleti stan i našao truplo starca. Skoro pola godine je prošlo, a jedino što imam je njegovo ime. Prvi slučaj i već pokazujem svu svoju nesposobnost.
Ovo je jedna od onih večeri kad se pitam jesam li lažac i nitkov koji nije zaslužan posla kojeg radi. Naravno, kao najveći slabić, izgubljen u tuđoj zemlji, tražim otrov s kojim sam već naveliko na "ti."
Vidno pijan, teturam ulicama u nadi da će me već neko lišiti ovog bola koji je konstantno prisutan.
Za divno čudo, naletio sam na bar koji je radio. Duboko iza svoga vremena. Da nisam pijandura, imao bih svo pravo iskoristiti svoj "policijski" status da ga zatvorim.
Ušavši unutra, mogla se vidjeti memorabilija iz prošlog rata. Pištolji, zastave, slike... Uzevši u obzir koje je doba dana, unutra je bilo poprilično puno ljudi.
Sjeo sam za prvi slobodan stol i pokazao kelneru za piće. U glavi sam već odvrtao scenarije ako me odbije poslužiti, no dobio sam ga gotovo odmah. Na tren su mi u glavu došli Ivan i Klaus - piti bez njih je samo obično pijanstvo.
Još i dalje su me progonile Milunkine riječi o mome ocu. Ako je sve laž, onda sam ja jedna od najvećih...
Bend se penjao na binu nakon pauze.]
Zima je bila sestra mila -
u starom šinjeru se krila,
u plitkom grobu pokrov šila,
nježno, lako, kao svila,
na tren - k'o da ih oživila
Gdje si sada, moja draga,
Balkan te cijeli od me skrio,
Kolike noći sam sam bdio
Spominjuć' tebe, psujuć' vraga,
Dozivajuć' te poezijom...
Za sve one koji ginu;
dižemo čaše za sve hrabre
Jer samo hrabri u visinu
vinu se za sve nas sanjare;
jednom ć'mo i mi u istinu...
Zima nas grije, a ja molim,
Slutim najgore, pa se smijem,
Smijem se svemu pa me boli
Što sudba crnu žalost krije,
a ja još i dalje volim...
[...a možda je zapravo sve to što je rekla istina...]
ENGLISH:
FOR THE ONES THAT ARE BRAVE ONLY WHEN THEY ARE DEAD
[FROM THE DIARY:
16.05.'40.
The clock struck midnight - the same midnight as when I stepped inside that cursed apartment and found the old man's body.
Almost a year has passed and the only thing I have is his name. First case and I'm already showing all my incompetence.
This is one of those nights when I wonder if I'm a liar and a scoundrel who doesn't deserve the job and this badge.
Like a coward, lost in foreign city, I'm looking for my very dear poison.
Visibly drunk, I stagger through the streets in the hope that someone will relieve me of this constant pain.
Miraculously, I saw a bar that was working and it was well passed the time of closing. If I wasn't a drunk, I'd have every right to use my "police" status to shut it down.
Going inside, you could see memorabilia from the last war. Guns, flags, pictures...
Considering the time of day, there were quite a few people inside.
I sat down at the first available table and motioned to the waiter for a drink. I had already played out the scenarios in my head if he refused to serve me, but I got it almost immediately.
For a moment, Ivan and Klaus came to my mind - drinking without them is just ordinary drunkenness.
Milunka's words about my father still haunted me. If it's all a lie, then I'm one of the biggest...
The band took the stage after the break.]
Winter was a dear sister -
she was hiding in an old shin,
in a shallow grave a shroud was sewn,
soft, easy, like a silk,
for a moment - as if she revived them
Where are you now, my lover,
Entire Balkan hid you from me
For so many nights I've stayed awake
alone, mentioning your name,
crying so lonely
and calling you with poetry
For all those about to die;
We raise our glasses for all the braves
Because only the brave raise to heights
we could only dream of, but they pave
the way; for us to follow them there,
one day...
The winter warms us and I pray,
I know death is near so I'm laughing,
I laugh at everything because I'm in pain;
We know our fate, but again I write in cover:
"I still love you, my dear lover..."
credits
from Sjene Nad Balkanom,
released January 24, 2024
Music: Kob
Lyrics: Kob
Drums: Basher
Mixing & Mastering: Kob
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