Translation of the song lyrics Licis Na Mog Oca - Ceca

Licis Na Mog Oca (original)

Licis na moga oca
Isto je mojo majci uzasne stvari radio
Rukama golim
Njeno nevino mlado srce
Iz grudi zivo vadio
Eh, da je bilo pravde andjela boga
Pa da je malo jos pozivela
Pa da mi kaze sto sam sudbinu njenu dozivela
Licis na moga oca
Nocima padnes pijan
Nervoz se sadrigu
Zbog neke druge zene
Kafane, drustvo, novca
Mene uzimas na zub
Eh, da je bilo pravde andjela boga
Pa da je malo jos pozivela
Pa da mi kaze sto sam sudbinu njenu dozivela
Zar i bog sto nebom hoda
Vladar carstva nebeska
Zar i on je muskog roda
Okrutnog, okrutnog
Licis na moga oca
Na sceni mog detinstva
Najlepseg crnog labuda
Zbog kog se svetla gase
Zavesan nade padaj
Iz proslosti nemam nikuda
Eh, da je bilo pravde andjela boga
Pa da je malo jos pozivela
Da shvatim njene reci
Sto nisam musko rodila
Zar i bog sto nebom hoda
Vladar carstva nebeskog
Zar i on je muskog roda
okrutnog, okrutnog
Zar i bog sto nebom hoda
Vladar carstva nebeskog
Zar i on je muskog roda
okrutnog, okrutnog
Zar i bog sto nebom hoda
Vladar carstva nebeskog
Zar i on je muskog roda
okrutnog, okrutnog

Licis Na Mog Oca (translation)

You bear my father's shadowed face
To my poor mother he dealt the selfsame dreadful wrongs
With naked hands
Her innocent young heart
He tore out living from her breast
Ah, if God's angels had but measured justice
And if she had but lingered a little more
To tell me why I have been made to live her fate
You bear my father's shadowed face
By night you reel home drunk
Your nerves rasp raw like wires
For some other woman
For taverns, comrades, money
You make of me your chosen prey
Ah, if God's angels had but measured justice
And if she had but lingered a little more
To tell me why I have been made to live her fate
Can even God who walks the heavens
The sovereign of the heavenly realm
Be also of the male-born kind
Cruel, cruel
You bear my father's shadowed face
Upon the stage of my childhood
The loveliest black swan glides there
For whom the footlights gutter out
The curtain of hope comes falling
From the past no road runs outward
Ah, if God's angels had but measured justice
And if she had but lingered a little more
That I might fathom what she meant
When she said, I bore no son
Can even God who walks the heavens
The sovereign of the heavenly realm
Be also of the male-born kind
Cruel, cruel
Can even God who walks the heavens
The sovereign of the heavenly realm
Be also of the male-born kind
Cruel, cruel
Can even God who walks the heavens
The sovereign of the heavenly realm
Be also of the male-born kind
Cruel, cruel