Đorđe Balašević "Regruteska" lyrics

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Regruteska

Sine moj, ti se majke secas nejasnodobre senke iznad kolevkepoc'o si da pamtis prekasnoosluskujem lepet Andjelaznacu valjda da je nadjem ja

Mani me, nas sam dom ko cergu seliotepanja na vino mirisunjene stvari sam razdeliosvaki praznik minut cutecisebi nisam znao uteci

Stade sve, samo zivot prodjesine moj oci njene plavestize dan da u vojsku podjescudni se ovde sveci slave

Sine moj kako da te pustimti si sve sto mi od nje osta'di ces s tim trepuskama gustimzivot bas ne zna sta je dosta

Ma slusaj njih sto uz bojni poklic legajupevaju u slavu nozevapevaju pa onda begajuposlo vreme s goreg na gorerazigralo one najgore

Sine moj, gajde ce ti baba kupititamburu sa ticom sedefnomcure ce pred kucom pupitinek se sorom digne prasinakad bataljon suknji marsira

Stade sve, samo zivot prodjesine moj oci njene plavestize dan da u vojsku podjeslumpuju usijane glave

Sine moj, sve su to barabene dam ja svog spomenka bokorderane drz' se svoga babenisi ti za taj jad i pokor, bre

Recruiters' Song

My son, your memory of your mother is vague.To you, she was a good shadow over the crib,But you started remembering too late.I'm listening for the fluttering of the angels,Maybe that would help me find her again.

Ignore me, I moved our home like a gypsy tent.Babbles smell of wine, and I gave her stuff away.Every holiday passed in silence.I knew not how to escape myself.

Everything stopped, but life went on.My son... Her blue eyes.Here comes the day you join the army,Where weird saints are celebrated.

My son, how can I let you go?You are everything her that I have.Where are you going with those thick eyelashes?Life really doesn't know what's enough.

Hear those who shout battle cry before the sleep,who sing for the glory of the knives,who sing, but then flee.Bad times just got worse,And those worst lead the game.

My son, your dad will buy you bagpipes,And tamburitza with a bird of nacre.All the girls will bud before the house.Let the dust raise on the roadWhen batallion of girls march.

Everything stopped, but life went on.My son... Her blue eyes.Here comes the day you join the army,Where hot-heads carouse.

My son, those are all bastards!I won't let go of the tuft from the memory.My kid, hold onto your dad,You're not for that misery and obedience, for fuck' sake.

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