Translation of the song lyrics Ratne igre - Kerber

Ratne igre (original)

Nek' sada ratne igre prestanu
Jer više ničeg nema u tebi, u meni
U mome srcu kiše padaju
U duši veju crni snegovi
Ej ajmo
Opa
Aj
Kad srušimo mostove
I kada spustimo mačeve
Poželim da su naše igre, ratne igre
Bar malo nežnije
I nije važno ko počinje
Uvek na kraju ćutimo
Kad mnogo toga treba reći
A nema reči, reči za istinu
Nek' sada ratne igre prestanu
Jer više ničeg nema u tebi, u meni
U mome srcu kiše padaju
U duši veju crni snegovi
Ti uvek odviše ponosna
Ja tvrdoglav kao noć
I ko će koga prvi zvati
Ko kome dati ruke za dodire
I opet loše se osećam
Kružim kao zao vuk
Jer mnogo toga treba reći
A nema reči, reči za istinu
Nek' sada ratne igre prestanu
Jer više ničeg nema u tebi, u meni
U mome srcu kiše padaju
U duši veju crni snegovi
Nek' sada ratne igre prestanu
Jer više ničeg nema u meni, u tebi

Ratne igre (translation)

Let these warlike games dissolve at last,
For now, within you, within me, all is hollowed,
In my heart, a ceaseless rain weeps through the glass,
In my soul, black snowdrifts swirl—grief's shadow followed,
Ah, onward we must go—
A sudden flare—
Onward—
When together we shatter every bridge between us,
And let our sword-arms droop in weary surrender,
I yearn for our games—these combats that demean us—
To tremble, if only a little, with something tender,
And which of us stirs the embers matters not,
For silence roots itself at every ending,
Though the air aches, heavy with words unsaid,
And in the hush, not one phrase grants us truth's lending,
Let these warlike games dissolve at last,
For now, within you, within me, all is hollowed,
In my heart, a ceaseless rain weeps through the glass,
In my soul, black snowdrifts swirl—grief's shadow followed,
You—ever proud, marble and flame, unbowed,
And I—unyielding, midnight’s stubborn kin,
So who, then, will dare to call out first, aloud?
Whose hand will break the ice, let warmth begin?
And yet again, malaise coils in my chest,
I prowl in circles, a wolf grown cruel with longing,
For all that must be spoken, yet remains suppressed,
And still no words—no language fit for belonging,
Let these warlike games dissolve at last,
For now, within you, within me, all is hollowed,
In my heart, a ceaseless rain weeps through the glass,
In my soul, black snowdrifts swirl—grief's shadow followed,
Let these warlike games dissolve at last,
For now, within me, within you, only echo is followed