Neprijatelj Pred Vratima Lyrics

[Napad Središnjih Sila i prva bitka koja je započela Prvi svjetski rat.
Planina Cer.]

Rukama nebo hvat'o
Ris'o ga iz plavoga u crnoga
Možete jedan metar preći,
ali samo preko mene mrtvoga

Mi, njihovi psi čuvari,
Drugi neće nogom, a mi glavom
I tako ja nebo hvatam
i rišem ga krvlju, rišem ga stravom

Ma koj' je vid'o živit'
Prekrasan je dan za ginit'
I kad umrem, u grobu,
Iz groba se dići, mi sveti,
i opet 'mreti

Ma koj' je vid'o živit'
Prekrasan je dan za ginit'
I kad umrem, u grobu,
Iz groba se dići, zakleti,
i opet 'mreti

"Na bajonet, kad ti slome bajonet, na ruke,
kad ti slome ruke, na zube, kad te smrtno pogode -
gledaj da im padneš na sred puta...
da te zaobilaze, da te preskaču.
Da im i mrtav smetaš!"

Mi, sveti i kleti...

Gle, neba nikud nema,
Samo nam put zatrt...
A šta drugo nego,
metar po metar, tražiti smrt...

Ma koj' je vid'o živit'
Prekrasan je dan za ginit'
I kad umrem, u grobu,
Iz groba se dići, mi sveti,
i opet 'mreti

Ma koj' je vid'o živit'
Prekrasan je dan za ginit'
I kad umrem, u grobu,
Iz groba se dići, zakleti,
i opet 'mreti

"Lisje žuti veće po drveću,
Lisje žuti dole veće pada,
Zelenoga više ja nikada
Videt' neću!"


English:

ENEMY AT THE GATES

[The attack of Austro-Hungarian army and the first battle of World War 1.
Mountain Cer.]

I'm holding skies with my hands,
Coloring them from blue to black
You can move one feet closer,
But only over my dead body!

We, their feral guardian dogs,
We go with our heads where they won't with their feets,
And so I'm catching the skies
Drawing them with blood,
Coloring them with our fears

And why should we live?
It's such a beautiful day to die.
And when we die, in our graves
And from our graves we'll rise,
Blessed to live so we can die again.

And why should we live?
It's such a beautiful day to die.
And when we die, in our graves
And from our graves we'll rise,
Give oath together so we can, once again, die.

"Use your bayonet.
When they break your bayonet, use your hands!
When they break your hands, use your teeth!
When they shoot you and you'll about to die, throw yourself at their feet!
Let them run over you, trip over you, jump over you!
You bother them, be a nuisance - even in your death!"

We - saints and sinners!

Look!
The sky is nowhere to be found!
There's a gravel road in front of us.
Well, what can we do except,
One foot in front of the other - searching for our deaths!

And why should we live?
It's such a beautiful day to die.
And when we die, in our graves
And from our graves we'll rise,
Blessed to live so we can die again.

And why should we live?
It's such a beautiful day to die.
And when we die, in our graves
And from our graves we'll rise,
Give oath together so we can die again.

"Leaves are yellow,
Hanging barely on those trees.
Leaves are yellow,
Falling down from them.
I'm afraid I'll never see them
Become green again."