Translation of the song lyrics Mrtvi... - Đorđe Balašević

Mrtvi... (original)

Od loših vesti i reklama prognan
Utekoh na, treći program
Gde je, nekim čudom
Tekla poznata burleska
Svi oni gegovi, i lica ista
Slikovnica što se lista setno
Ko na dnu škrinje nađena sveska
Osmeh se zaledi na čas
Gde su sad Laurel i Hardi
I ovaj ljuti zrika i njegov beli psić?
O, svi su mrtvi, odnešeni
Bršljan je davno prekrio stih
Od zla i briga, su rešeni
Al' divna ludost ko oreol još rominja oko njih
Bila je berba, osta fotka od nje
Leto neznano gospodnje
No, uglavnom, ta su burad otkad popijena
Ćale s' kačketom, čuvenim, od tvida
Putunju sa leđa skida
Deda pred vranca spušta otkose sena
U smeđoj senci bresaka
Samo po bluzi poznam majku
I ko da čujem mobu i kikote niz drum
Al' svi su mrtvi i blaženi
Bršljan je davno prekrio stih
Od zlih vremena su spašeni
A trag poštenja i dobrote, ko oreol još rominja oko njih
U godišnjaku škole, važna lica
Šmekera i bubalica
Ali samo jedan moto: Drži se, Planeto
Sanjari, genijalci, šampioni
Žrtvovani ko pioni
Pale su zastave, u četrdes' petoj
Kad god ih sretnem, žale se
Šapuću ko zaverenici
Al' pijan dah je vetar
Što zmaja ne diže
Ma, već su mrtvi, a hodaju
Ja nisam rođen da čekam smak… Ne
Moj život nije, na prodaju
A kad pleteš, svoj oreol
Za to i nema boljeg mesta, nego mrak

Mrtvi... (translation)

From bad news and advertising banished
I ran on, third program
Where it is, by some miracle
The famous burlesque flowed
All those gags, and faces the same
A picture book that is listed sadly
Like a notebook found at the bottom of the chest
The smile freezes in time
Where are Laurel and Hardy now?
And this angry cricket and his white puppy?
Oh, they're all dead, taken away
Ivy covered the verse a long time ago
From evil and worries, they are solved
But wonderful madness like a halo still roams around them
It was a vintage, a photo of her remained
Year unknown gentlemen
But mostly, those barrels have been drunk ever since
Dad with a tweed cap, famous
He takes the road off his back
Grandpa drops hay in front of the crow
In the brown shade of peaches
I only know my mother by her blouse
And who can hear mobs and giggles across the road
But all are dead and blessed
Ivy covered the verse a long time ago
They have been saved from evil times
And a trace of honesty and kindness, like a halo still roaming around them
In the school yearbook, important people
Smakera and bug
But only one motto: Hold on, Planet
Dreamers, geniuses, champions
Sacrificed as pawns
The flags fell, at forty-five
Whenever I meet them, they complain
I whisper like conspirators
But a drunken breath is the wind
What a dragon does not rise
Well, they're already dead, and they're walking
I was not born to wait for the end… No.
My life is not, for sale
And when you knit, your halo
There is no better place for that than darkness