Djordje Balašević - Sloboda-ne

Znam, ovo sve sam mogo reći i pre,
Al' ptica trpi dok je bar metar neba.
Nisam hteo da se mešam,
Ispašću, ko velim, smešan,
Smešnih imamo i više neg' što treba.

Na tamburu sam metio ključ,
Do zadnje epizode ovog ružnog sna,
Odroni se srca komad,
Nisam pev'o od onomad.
Pitaš kad ću? Bog sveti zna...

Gledam skupštinu il' šta je to već.
Bife "Proleće" u Petrovcu na Mlavi.
Ej, gledam one tužne kese,
Di baš meni da se dese
Da mi takve glave delaju o glavi?

A u mutnoj reki topi se brod,
U džepu pesak a u ušima voda.
Kad već pričamo o tome,
Što ja braćo s' vama tonem,
Ja sam putnik s jednog sasvim drugog broda.

A TV Dnevnik, ko kormilo, okreću spodobe
Vrlo podobne.
Sve će se, kažu, srediti,
Istina će pobediti.

Slobodane!
Sloboda-ne!

I ja ponekad popušim,
al' zbog tog zemlju ne srušim.
Slobodane!
Veliš: što da ne?
Tebi su mase odane,
Ko sluša duše prodane?
Kao ja.

Kažu da je nekad carovo um.
Gde je tu bajku samo iskopao DEPOS?
Joj, ispadoše akademci,
veći zlotvori neg Nemci,
Nisu ljudi stigli kasti "fala lepo".

Al' tek zbog studoša mi napuko film,
E, reko, sad će valjda sa trešnje sići.
"Malo morgen", reče Boban,
Doktor nauka il čoban,
"Vi ste samo mali glasački listići".

A TV Dnevnik, oduševljen time je doneo
Kraći rezime:
Da treba pravdu slediti,
Istina će pobediti.

Slobodane!
Sloboda-ne!

Deca u mestu putuju,
Mladost na tačke kupuju.
Slobodane!
Eh, što da ne?
Kad su ti mase odane,
Ko sluša duše prodane,
Kao ja.

Amer merači na Mesecu plac,
Ej, rock'n'roll se čuje s tavana Kremlja.
A od mene ištu vize,
Da'l sam besan, da li grizem?
Pardon, je li ovo kasarna il' zemlja?

Ma tu mora biti još neki put.
Zar se do mira uvek putuje ratom?
Čuvajući dostojanstvo,
Primako si inostranstvo,
Inostranstvo nam je oma tu, za vratom.

Uz TV Dnevnik je sve više gnevnih, a sve manje
Vernika Dnevnika.
"Istina će pobediti",
Znam, tek ćeš se ondak jediti.

Slobodane!
Sloboda-ne!

Nemoj nas više braniti,
Brigom ćeš nas saraniti.
Slobodane!
Ma, što da ne?
Tebi su mase odane,
Ko sluša duše prodane?
Kao ja.

Slobodane!
Zauzdaj svoje klovnove,
Dok Vijetnam ne ponove.
Sloboda - da!
Sloboda - da!
Sloboda - da, sad il nikada,
Na kraju to tako ispada.
Slobodane!
Sloboda - da!
I ja ponekad popušim,
Al' zbog tog zemlju ne srušim.
Slobodane!
Sloboda - da!
Sloboda - da, sad il nekada,
Na kraju to tako ispada.
SLOBODANE!

Thank you very much!!!!

I know, I could´ve said all of this before,
But bird bears as long as there is still a meter of sky,´.
I didn´t want to interfere,
I thought it would make ma look like a fool,
And folls we have more than enoough.

I oocked away my tambourine,
Till the last episode of this ugly dream,
A piece of heart broke,
I haven´t sung since then.
You ask me when will I (sing again)? Only god knows...

I watch parliament, or whatever it is.
Restaurant "Spring" in Petrovac on Mlava (name of the small city and the river in Serbia)
Ej, I watch those sad bags,
Why did it have to happen to me
To depend on such heads.

And the ship is sinking in a muddy river,
In pocket sand, in ears water.
Since we are at the subject,
Why am I , brothers, drowning with you,
I am passenger of another ship.

And tv news is ,like the steering wheel, turned by creatures
Very suited.
Everything will be alright, they say,
The truth will win.

Slobodane! (name of the ex serbian president)
Sloboda-ne! (freedom -no!)

I smoke sometimes, too,
But it doesn´t make me destroy the country.
Slobodane!
You say : why not?
The masses are loyal to you,
who listens to sold souls
Like me.

They say once the mind ruled,
Where did DEPOS come up with such a fairytale?
They made academics look worse than Nazis,
They didn´t manage to say "thank you very much".

And because of students I got furious,
I said to myself, they´ll come down from the tree,
"No way" , said Boban,
A doctor or a cowboy,
"You are just little voting papers."

And tv news , thrilled with it,
Made a short resume,
One should follow the justice,
The truth will win.

Slobodane!
Sloboda- ne!

Kids are traveling in place,
Buying youth on dots,
Slobodane!
Ej, why not?
The masses are loyal to you,
Who listens to sould souls
Like me.

Americans are checking out the Mars,
Kreml plays rock´n´roll,
And from me they want visas,
Am I frentic, do I bite,
Is this a caserne or a country?

There is got to be another way.
Is the only way to peace through war?
Protecting dignity,
You brought us closer to foreign countries,
Now they are hounting us down.

Tv news makes many people angry
There is less and less believers in the news.
"The truth will win".
I know , and then you´ll be sorry.

Slobodane!
Sloboda-ne!

Don´t protect us anymore,
Your worry will burry us.
Slobodane!
Well, why not?
The masse are loyal to you
Who listens to sould souls
Like me.

Slobodane!
Restrain your clowns
Before they create another Vietnam.
Sloboda-da! (freedom -yes!)
Sloboda-da! (freedom -yes!)
Freedom-yes, now or never
In the end its like this.
Slobodane!
Sloboda-da!(freedom -yes)
I smoke sometimes, too,
But it doesn´t make me destroy the country.
Slobodane!
Freedom-yes!
Freedom -yes, now or never,
In the end its like this.
Slobodane!