Lyrics of Tužne Pjesme - Elemental

Tužne Pjesme (original)

Shot:
Dizali su revoluciju s osmjehom na licu
Pustili su kosu, otkrili su LSD i maricu
Pjevali o miru, s Titom nesvrstano stajali, po
Nacionalnoj osnovi nisu se razdvajali, lako
Bilo je bit filozof u studentskoj kantini
Umjetnik bez kinte i muzičar u sredini di su
Stvari kolko-tolko išle, država di štima, lako
Bilo je bit student u sedamdesetima — moji
Starci — lako su pronašli prvi posao, s
Diplomom u ruci na burzu niko nije išao
Živilo se dobro u tom partijskom sistemu, Goli
Otok se ne spominjao, mijenjalo se temu
Studentarija čupava po diplomi se zaposlila
Sigurnu plaču kući redovno donosila, a
Udruženi rad znao davat je stanove, onda
Lako je bilo imat velike planove
Savit svoje gnijezdo, bit opušten, bez tenzija
Bacit sidro u firmi, u OOURu do penzija se
Ostajalo — cijeli život za istim stolom
Tad se nije činilo sve samo folom, jeftinim
Trikom, nikom nije falilo za hranu
Bili su sretni u svom malom stanu
Siguran posao, staž i penzija, začas lako
Bilo se odlučit da dobiju nas
Više ništa nije isto, nema sigurnoga puta
Nema izravnoga leta do zvijezda u bolje sutra
Crno bijeli svijet iz snova sad je svijet u boji
Al predaleko stoji, kao da i ne postoji…
Više nema ga, nema ga, nema ga, nema ga…
Shot:
A danas — danas su
Druga vremena, dosta se toga promijenilo, mi smo
Odrasli već a još nam uvijek nije krenulo
Poslova nema, svi se snalaze kak znaju, ili
Sjede na burzi il za vezu mito daju
U podstanarskom odnosu sa plaćom na ruke, bez
Ikakve sigurnosti i glavom punom zbrke, danas
Premija je imat — pos’o na neodređeno
Taj koji će dat' staž i socijalno sređeno, tog
Nema više, danas druga su vremena, a
Ne bi se reklo da smo generacija lijena, mi smo
Spremni na rad, polomit se ako treba
Naučili od staraca da novci ne padaju s neba
Remi:
Prošlost nam se smiješi umornim očima
A u zraku miriše nostalgija
Nema Blata nema Zvečke, vjetar je zameo sve
Naši starci barem žive uz uspomene
Pioniri su prošlost, studenti su odrasli
A crveni jugo više nikog ne vozi
Dinari su nestali, radnici u penziji
Ostaje nam nada u dan koji dolazi
Nada je kurva, san je promijenila…
Više nema ga, nema ga nema ga nema ga…

(translation)

Shot:
They raised the revolution with a smile on their face
They let go of their hair, discovered LSD and marica
They sang about peace, stood with Tito in disarray, after
The national bases did not separate, easily
He was an essential philosopher in the student canteen
An artist without money and a musician in the middle
Things went as fast as they could, the state was fine, easy
It was being a student in the seventies - mine
Old men - they easily found their first job, s
Nobody went to the stock exchange with a diploma in hand
Life was good in that party system, Goli
The island was not mentioned, the subject changed
After graduating, the student was hired
She brought home a safe salary regularly, a
United Labor knew how to give her apartments, then
It was easy to have big plans
Bend your nest, be relaxed, without tension
Throw an anchor in the company, in OOUR until retirement
The rest - all my life at the same table
Back then, it didn't all seem like a foul, cheap
Trick, no one was short on food
They were happy in their little apartment
Secure job, seniority and retirement, easy in an instant
It was decided to get us
Nothing is the same anymore, there is no safe path
There is no direct flight to the stars for a better tomorrow
The black and white dream world is now a color world
But it stands too far away, as if it doesn't even exist…
He's gone, he's gone, he's gone, he's gone…
Shot:
And today - today they are
Other times, a lot has changed, we are
Adults already and we still haven't started
There are no jobs, everyone manages as they know how, or
They sit on the stock exchange or give bribes for a relationship
In a tenancy relationship with a salary on hand, without
Any security and a head full of confusion, today
The premium is to have - work indefinitely
The one who will give an internship and social order, that
No more, today are different times, a
You wouldn’t say we’re a lazy generation, we are
Ready to work, break if necessary
Learned from the elders that money does not fall from the sky
Rummy:
The past smiles at us with tired eyes
And the air smells of nostalgia
No Blato no Rattles, the wind blew everything away
Our elders at least live with memories
Pioneers are a thing of the past, students are adults
And the red yugo doesn't drive anyone anymore
Dinars are gone, workers are retired
We are left with hope for the day to come
Hope is a whore, a dream has changed…
He's gone, he's gone He's gone…