Lyrics of Balkana - Elemental

Balkana (original)

Moji su vršnjaci vidjeli sve
I podrume i uzbune i mrtve i izbjegle
Naše bi djetinjstvo bilo drukčije
Da nije zeckalo oružje
Ovdje je ratna igra normalna
Mržnja raste brzo poput korova
A neki novi klinci puške nose
I još se time ponose
Nevjerujem nikome, potrošili ste me
Političari rade samo za sebe
Demokracija je tu, a gdje sam ja?
U zemlji bečkih konjušara
Sram me kad vidim da smo zadojeni
Kako ćemo rast' u mržnji odgojeni?
Svako malo prazimo šaržere
Nema te kiše da krv ispere
Djeca rata mrze, mrze
I pucaju u leđa
Hej okreni se brže, brže
Da te upucaju sprijeda — u srce —
S ove strane Balkana
Sreća nije bogom dana
Ovo je zemlja rana
I pustih obećanja
Dvadeset godina i još vas puca
I još vam se puca, još vas pere taj film
A u džep tiho strpaj što stvar’o je narod
Ako narod šuti onda slaže se s tim
Nama nikad neće biti dosta
Nema tog rata nakon kojeg je stvar čista
I neće balkanska pamet u balkansku glavu
Svaka budala misli tu da je u pravu
Svi tu samo smatraju da trebaju bit vlast
Da fotelja daj pravo da i oni mogu krast
Nikad nećemo prerast svoje sitne taštine
Gledat ćemo zapad iz neposredne blizine
A sutra, za sutra baš i ne ostaje
Mi mlađi neka stvaramo nanovo
Nama postaje sve ispočetka
Zasučimo rukave
Snova više nemamo zbog vaše jave
Pjesmom se liječi
Domovina
Budnice ječe
Sa planina
Ja sam budna i mislim
Možda bolji je san
Oni žive bogovski
Ja preživljavam
Sramite se, vi ste sitne duše
Djecu učite mržnji, učite ih da ruše
Mi smo bili sjebani, pa ne moraju i oni
Neka ne bježe iz gradova u koloni

(translation)

My peers saw it all
And basements and alarms and dead and escaped
Our childhood would have been different
If it weren't for the weapon
Here the war game is normal
Hate grows fast like weeds
And some new kids are carrying rifles
And they are still proud of that
I don't trust anyone, you spent me
Politicians work only for themselves
Democracy is here, and where am I?
In the land of Viennese horsemen
I am ashamed to see that we are breastfed
How will we grow up in hatred?
We empty the cartridges every now and then
There is no rain to wash away the blood
Children of war hate, hate
And they shoot in the back
Hey turn faster, faster
To be shot in the front - in the heart -
From this side of the Balkans
Happiness is not the god of days
This is a land of wounds
And I made promises
Twenty years and still shooting you
And you're still being shot, you're still being washed by that fi lm
And quietly put in your pocket what the people are
If the people are silent then they agree with that
We will never have enough
There is no war after which the matter is clean
And the Balkan mind will not be in the Balkan head
Every fool thinks he's right
Everyone here just thinks they need to be in power
Give the armchair the right to steal too
We will never outgrow our petty vanities
We will look west from close range
And tomorrow, for tomorrow, it doesn't really stay
Let us younger ones create anew
It becomes everything to us from scratch
Let's roll up our sleeves
We have no more dreams because of your wake-up call
He heals with a song
Homeland
Wake up
From the mountains
I am awake and I think
Maybe sleep is better
They live divinely
I survive
Shame on you, you are small souls
You teach children to hate, you teach them to tear down
We were fucked up, so they don’t have to either
Let them not flee the cities in the column