Golgota Lyrics

[Odluka je donešena:
Prelazak preko zaleđenih planina i napuštanje glavnog grada.
Vojnik je ranjen i na nosilima bunca.
Zima dolazi.]

Zima pljuje nam u facu smrt
ove ruke će molit' malo,
Cijelo je nebo na njih palo

Zima na leđima nosi krst,
a na njemu naše ime
Barjak to je nad svima i svime

"Snivam li je ili oko bdije?
Snivam li je ili tama j' krije?"

Ma ne krije tama
Niti oko bdije
Već vidi ono
Čega nema i nije

Pamtim one noći izdajice
kunili se u zastave
i sa mačem ubojice

Pamtim tamo gdje ljubav gine
Tamo gdje kamen moj je
što ga branim od tuđine

"Snivam li je ili oko bdije?
Snivam li je ili tama j' krije?"

"Svakog dana zoru pitam
zašto si daleko?
Svaka rana meni zdana
Proklinjem te, željo,
Makar reci dal' je živa,
život moj - nesrećo!"

Zima pljuje nam u facu smrt
ove ruke će molit' malo,
Cijelo je nebo na njih palo

Zima na leđima nosi krst,
a na njemu naše ime
Barjak to je nad svima i svime

"Snivam li je ili oko bdije?
Snivam li je ili tama j' krije?"

Ma ne krije tama
Niti oko bdije
Već vidi ono
Čega nema i nije


English:

GOLGOTHA

[The decision is made:
Crossing the frozen mountains and leaving the capital.
The soldier is wounded and weak on the stretcher.
Winter is coming.]

Winter is spitting death in our faces!
These hands will pray a small prayer;
It feels like whole skies sank in them!

Winter carries cross on her back,
On that cross are all our names - that banner is taller than our fame!

"Do I dream of her or my eyes are deceiving?
Am I dreaming of her or is darkness playing tricks?"

Darkness doesn't play tricks
Eyes do not deceive
They want to see something
That was never really there

I remember that cursed night
They all swore on our flags
With an assassin's swords

I remember where love has died
Where my porch and rock are
That I've defended from foreign country

"Do I dream of her or my eyes are deceiving?
Am I dreaming of her or is darkness playing tricks?"

"Every day I'm asking dawn:
"Why is she so far away?"
With every wound given to me
I'm cursing you, you sudden wish,
For not telling me if she still lives
Or dies, my sorrow or my bliss..."

Winter is spitting death in our faces!
These hands will pray a small prayer;
It feels like whole skies sank in them!

Winter carries cross on its back,
On that cross are all our names - that banner is taller than our fame!

"Do I dream of her or my eyes are deceiving?
Am I dreaming of her or is darkness playing tricks?"

Darkness doesn't play tricks
Eyes do not deceive
They just see something
That was never even there