Edo Maajka-Sevdah o rodama - english translation ?

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  1. MiloMoye said:

    Wink Edo Maajka-Sevdah o rodama - english translation ?

    Ovde, vise ne dolaze ni rode
    ne gode im vise nase flase
    Balkan im vise
    jednostavno ne pase

    Jer grijeh je rodit' dijete
    tu 'dje metci lete
    'dje seljaci prijete
    i gdje su pametni postali mete

    Ujutro, zeludci bole
    pa pijemo uzole
    glave bole
    jer slusamo morone
    pijemo kafetine
    pa na kordone u zapaurine
    jer otisli su zivci onaj dan
    kad su otisle i firme

    Zbogom firme hej ba
    bile ste dobre
    al sjebale vas pretvorbe
    i privatizacije
    donijele nam otkaze i sikiracije

    Al no sikiriki,
    sace izbori sace kampanje
    da nam skrenu paznje
    donjet ce nam u nase selo raznje

    Dijelit' ce kobasice
    okretat jance i prasice
    da zaboravimo masnice
    prazne novcanike
    i nase prazne kartice

    Raja, hajmo svi u strajk gladju
    ako ne bude glasaca
    nece znat da se snadju
    tek se onda za zagusti
    nece imat vise koga musti

    I oni ce umrijeti od gladi
    kad nema ko za njih da radi
    halo ba hej,
    nek nas nasele Madjari

    Oni znaju sta da se radi
    znat ce obradjivat nasu zemlju
    ne rade stetu pravit ce vegetu
    nek cijelu zemlju betoniraju
    od vegete, neka prave supe

    Na svaki 10 metara
    nek rade benzinske pumpe
    i hotele, parkiralista za aute,
    kamione i motore
    da se imaju 'dje odmarat
    kad idu na nase prekrasno more

    Al dijaspora to nebi dala,
    trazili bi svoja prava
    zemlju bi naselili opet Balkanci
    opet bi bila puna istih budala

    Onda bi dijaspora
    dobila svoju dijasporu
    a Madjari i ostali
    nebi vise kroz nas
    isli prema moru

    Jer na cestama su bile
    nove rupe, nove paravojne trupe
    novi balvani na cesti,
    novi supci, nove puske
    i novi metci

    Jer grijeh rodit' djete
    tu gdje metci lete

    Ama opet budale
    nove budale vode
    opet pobjegose moje rode

    Neznam raja za vas
    al ja vidis volim nase rode
    one ko i ja vole mir
    vole cista polja i ciste vode

    Vode bez leseva
    i polja bez mina
    one donose dijecu,
    a ja bih danas, sutra
    imo kcer ili sina
     
  2. spaZam said:

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    Ovde, vise ne dolaze ni rode
    Not even storks come here anymore
    ne gode im vise nase flase
    They don't like our bottles no more
    Balkan im vise
    jednostavno ne pase
    Simply, Balkans don't suit them anymore

    Jer grijeh je rodit' dijete
    Because it's a sin to have a child
    tu 'dje metci lete
    Here with the bullets flying
    'dje seljaci prijete
    Where villagers threat
    i gdje su pametni postali mete
    And the smart people became targets

    Ujutro, zeludci bole
    In the morning stomachs hurt
    pa pijemo uzole
    So we drink (?)
    glave bole
    Our heads hurt
    jer slusamo morone
    From listening morons
    pijemo kafetine
    We drink caffetins
    pa na kordone uz apaurine
    Then go to cordons with apaurins(a drug, Diazepam)
    jer otisli su zivci onaj dan
    Cause our nerves were gone on that same day
    kad su otisle i firme
    That companies have gone too.

    Zbogom firme hej ba
    Goodbye firms, hey ba
    bile ste dobre
    You were good
    al sjebale vas pretvorbe
    i privatizacije
    but reorganisations and privatisations ****ed you up
    donijele nam otkaze i sikiracije
    They brought us firings and worries

    Al no sikiriki,
    But don't worry
    sace izbori sace kampanje
    Elections are coming, campaigns are coming
    da nam skrenu paznje
    To get our attentions
    donjet ce nam u nase selo raznje
    They'll bring grills to our village

    Dijelit' ce kobasice
    They'll be giving sausages
    okretat jance i prasice
    Turning lambs and pigs
    da zaboravimo masnice
    So we forget the bruises
    prazne novcanike
    Empty wallets
    i nase prazne kartice
    And our empty cards

    Raja, hajmo svi u strajk gladju
    People, let's all go hunger strike
    ako ne bude glasaca
    When there's no voters
    nece znat da se snadju
    They won't know how to handle that
    tek se onda za zagusti
    Then things are gonna get tough
    nece imat vise koga musti
    They won't have anyone to milk anymore

    I oni ce umrijeti od gladi
    They too will die of hunger
    kad nema ko za njih da radi
    When there's noone to work for them
    halo ba hej,
    Hello, bro, hey
    nek nas nasele Madjari
    Let Hungarians come settle here

    Oni znaju sta da se radi
    They know what is to be done
    znat ce obradjivat nasu zemlju
    They'll know how to farm our land
    ne rade stetu pravit ce vegetu
    Won't do any damage, they will make Vegeta
    nek cijelu zemlju betoniraju
    Let them turn all the land to concrete
    od vegete, neka prave supe
    They can make sheds from Vegeta

    Na svaki 10 metara
    On every 10 meters
    nek rade benzinske pumpe
    Let them make petrol stations
    i hotele, parkiralista za aute,
    And hotels, and parking lots for cars
    kamione i motore
    Trucks and motorbikes
    da se imaju 'dje odmarat
    So they have places to rest
    kad idu na nase prekrasno more
    When they go to our beautiful sea

    Al dijaspora to nebi dala,
    But emmigration wouldn't let it happen
    trazili bi svoja prava
    They would ask for their rights
    zemlju bi naselili opet Balkanci
    Balkan people would inhabit the land again
    opet bi bila puna istih budala
    And it would be full of same idiots

    Onda bi dijaspora
    Then the emmigration
    dobila svoju dijasporu
    Would get their emmigration
    a Madjari i ostali
    And Hungarians and the rest
    nebi vise kroz nas
    isli prema moru
    Would not go to sea over us anymore

    Jer na cestama su bile
    Because on these roads were
    nove rupe, nove paravojne trupe
    New holes, new paramilitary troops
    novi balvani na cesti,
    New logs on the road
    novi supci, nove puske
    New *******s, new guns
    i novi metci
    And new bullets

    Jer grijeh rodit' djete
    Because it's a sin to have a baby
    tu gdje metci lete
    Here with bullets flying

    Ama opet budale
    Well, again the idiots
    nove budale vode
    Are leading new idiots
    opet pobjegose moje rode
    My storks are gone again

    Neznam raja za vas
    I don't know how about you, people
    al ja vidis volim nase rode
    But you see, I love our storks
    one ko i ja vole mir
    They like peace just like me
    vole cista polja i ciste vode
    They like clean fields and clear waters

    Vode bez leseva
    Waters without corpses
    i polja bez mina
    And fields without mines
    one donose dijecu,
    They bring children
    a ja bih danas, sutra
    And I would like, today or tommorow
    imo kcer ili sina
    To have a son or a daughter