Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jesti Srca Ljudi, artist - The Stone. Date of issue: 14.05.2009
Song language: Bosnian
Jesti Srca Ljudi(original) |
| Uska staza vodi u planine |
| Gde se truo rastocih u zemlji |
| Davno rodjen, davno umro jos mi pamte ime |
| Jos mi pamte ime |
| Jos I’m sece grudi |
| Postalo je sinonim za onaj |
| Najgori strah u srcu ljudi |
| Uskom stazom povorka se krece |
| Predvodi ih kazu cudotvorac |
| Nesto mumla, oko vrata krst, u ruci kolac |
| Izjela ih sumnja |
| Da se nekad nocu budim |
| Mesecinom da ogrnem kosti |
| I da jedem srca ljudi |
| Osvetli ih sred blatnjavog puta |
| Munja kada zapara nebesa |
| Kocem prete, izjela ih kuga |
| Bedne vrece kostiju I mesa |
| Krenuli da mir mog groba ruse |
| Orlovi I’m iskljuvali oci |
| Da mi dusa ne luta ko pseto |
| Sto mi pisa po nadgrobnoj ploci |
| Pogrbljene senke kroz noc plove |
| Noge teske ostaju bez daha |
| Cutke idu u sebi se mole |
| Da ne klonu pod udarom straha |
| Crna noc sve zavila u crno |
| Crnom zemljom ispod neba crnog |
| Idu oni koji misle |
| Da me nocas ubijaju mrtvog |
| Uskom stazom povorka se krece |
| Opkoljena svim okotom tmine |
| Cutke idu slute nikad nece |
| Vratiti se sa moje planine |
| (translation) |
| A narrow path leads into the mountains |
| Where those growing in the earth rotted |
| Born a long time ago, died a long time ago, they still remember my name |
| They still remember my name |
| I'm still cutting my chest |
| It has become synonymous with the one |
| The worst fear in people's heart |
| The procession moves along the narrow path |
| They are led by a so-called miracle worker |
| He mutters something, a cross around his neck, a stake in his hand |
| Doubt ate them up |
| That sometimes I wake up at night |
| With the moon to cover the bones |
| And to eat the hearts of men |
| Light them up in the middle of a muddy road |
| Lightning when it steams the heavens |
| Threatened with a stake, eaten by the plague |
| Wretched sacks of bones and flesh |
| Set out to destroy the peace of my grave |
| Eagles I'm off my eyes |
| So that my soul does not wander like a dog |
| What is written on my tombstone |
| Hunched shadows sail through the night |
| The legs are heavy and out of breath |
| Cutka goes inside and prays |
| Not to collapse under the impact of fear |
| The black night turned everything into black |
| Black earth under a black sky |
| Those who think go |
| That they kill me dead tonight |
| The procession moves along the narrow path |
| Surrounded by all darkness |
| The silence goes, I guess it never will |
| Back from my mountain |