Đorđe Balašević "Requiem" lyrics

Requiem

Kad god prođem ulicom sa tvojim imenompomislim na onu pesmu...Već je godinama ne pevam,stari refren nikom ne treba.

A ljudi pesme kratko pamte, Komandante...

Ostaće u knjigama i priča o nama:Balkan krajem jednog veka.Svako pleme crta granicu.Svi bi hteli svoju stranicu...

Tope se snovi kao sante, ej Komandante...

Chorus:Na barikadama su opet zastave,svet ide k'o na praznike.I decu izvode s jutarnje nastaveda vide gladne radnike...

A gde smo mi, naivni,što smo se dizali na "Hej Sloveni"?Kao da smo uz tu priču izmišljeni...

Vremena su nezgodna za momka kao jakoji gleda svoja posla...Nisam lutak da me naviju.Imam samo Jugoslaviju...

Sve druge baklje bez mene plamte, e Komandante...

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I svi su tu da dobiju na toj lutriji...Na barikadama su uvek najbrži,al' nikad i najmudriji.

A gde smo mi, naivni,što smo se dizali na "Hej Sloveni"?Kao da smo uz tu priču izmišljeni...

I prevareni...

I kad god prođem ulicom sa tvojim imenompomislim na panta rei...Baciće se, tako, neki likkamenom i na tvoj spomenik.

Jer sve se menja, i sve teče... Čoveče

Requiem

Whenever I walk the street with your nameI think of that songI've been singing it for years nowno one needs an old refrain

And people remember the songs for a short time, commander

The story about us will remain in books:Balkans at the end of one centuryEvery tribe draws ther own borderEveryone would want their page

The dreams are melting as an iceberg, hey commander

The flags are on the barricades againpeople are out as if t was a holidayand they are taking children out of the morning classesto see hungry workers

And where are we, naivewho stand up on the Hey Slavsas if we were made up of that story

Times are tricky for the guy like mewho minds his own businessI'm not crazy so that they could wind me upI only have Yugoslavia

All of the other torches are burning without me, commander

And everyone is there to win that lotterythey are always the fastest on the barricadesbut never the wisest

And where are we, naivewho stand up on the Hey Slavsas if we were made up of that story

And tricked

and when I walk the street with your nameI think of panta reiSome guy out therewill throw a rock on your monument too

Because everything changes, and everything flows... Man