Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Počasna salva, artist - Zabranjeno pušenje.
Date of issue: 06.12.2001
Song language: Croatian
Počasna salva(original) |
Druze, bilo je lakse sve |
mi u rovu, oni u rovu, tu na puskomet |
sjecas li se, druze, da ne bi izdali |
mi smo zadnji metak za sebe cuvali |
Druze, dok sam se budio |
ukrali su moju mladost, moje ludilo |
dobre su kafane, dobro se napusi |
dobri ljudi vole pricu sto prica gubitnik |
Druze, ljudi bez muda i casti |
k’o hijene se mlate oko komada vlasti |
druze, losi su bunkeri |
nego limuzine i salteri |
Ref. |
Korak preko ograde |
je l' to, druze, jedino sto casno je |
zar za nas, stare ratnike |
pocasna salva da ne odjekne |
Druze, sjene su kraj mene |
od senke, od gaje i od pisonje |
druze, sjene su kraj mene |
kazu, marsirali smo dugo, al' zla ucini se |
Ref. |
Druze, zivot je bitka |
i nije za dusu meku |
ostani uz mene i puni redenik |
neprijatelj prelazi reku |
Mala, velika moja |
veceras cemo za njih voleti |
bilo ih je dvadeset i osam |
bilo ih je pet hiljada i dvadeset osam |
Bilo ih je vise nego sto ikada |
i u jednoj pesmi bilo ljubavi |
sad bi bili ocevi |
sad ih vise nema |
(translation) |
Dude, it was easier |
we in the trench, they in the trench, there on the rifle |
do you remember, comrade, not to betray |
we kept the last bullet to ourselves |
Dude, while I was waking up |
they stole my youth, my madness |
the cafes are good, the drinks are good |
good people love what a loser tells |
Comrades, people without balls and honor |
like hyenas they fight over a piece of power |
Dude, the bunkers are bad |
than limousines and saltines |
Ref. |
Step over the fence |
Is that, comrade, the only thing honorable |
is it for us, old warriors |
an honorable salvo not to echo |
Dude, the shadows are next to me |
from the shadow, from the grove and from the piss |
comrades, the shadows are beside me |
they say we marched for a long time, but evil is done |
Ref. |
Dude, life is a battle |
and it is not soft for the soul |
stay with me and be a full line |
the enemy crosses the river |
Little, big mine |
tonight we will love for them |
there were twenty-eight of them |
there were five thousand and twenty-eight of them |
There were more than ever |
and in one song there was love |
they would be fathers now |
now they are gone |