Đorđe Balašević - Mi smo još uvek zemljaci dalszöveg fordítás angol nyelvre

We Are Still Countrymen

When the night meets Saturday
Manhattan turns into such a party
That daisies jump out of flowerpots
Dangerous types come out then
Female good-for-nothings, male sisters
But the main fun is hunting for taxies
 
The driver pulled over, as if he knew
Droplets of drizzle extinguished his headlights
And just in the moment before I thought that
I recognized St. Basil1 on his car charm
 
All taxi drivers are mostly the same
Old naysayers and nihilists
Or silent, lost for words from ugly scenes
Familiar speech just made him wince
Somebody's honked for him to hurry up
A small mouse peered from the corner of the rear-view mirror
 
But every swearword is a mousetrap2
And he couldn't wait to get caught
He pushed away the steering wheel like hot soup
Turned around and slapped his forehead
A bullet stuck in the barrel and silence
But his heart is beating in seven eights3
 
Just yesterday we were countrymen
I can immediately tell that we have the same eyes
Why are you pretending that you're foreigners
When you're not?
 
Just yesterday we were the dream team
And look how things are today
It doesn't matter that the country is new
We're still same old
 
In 19914 he packed his suitcase
Horticulture, but currently a driver
Let's go to his house, to fetch the wife and the sister-in-law
 
Three glasses, he says, start a river
And four glasses flood New York
A tear dropped and clouded his mastika5
 
And he said bitterly, don't wish it on anybody
To earn their bread with politics, that's a sin
You see, my little sons, Vangel and Blaže
Reach for the globe, looking for Strumica6
And wherever they put their little fingers on the Balkans
They cover at least three countries
 
And so it went, one drink after another
The morning blew by like fine flour
Bringing along that old longing for the South7
Nothing too bad
 
God, look after my ex-countrymen
My songs are full of their words
And our sorrows are so much the same
That they confuse me
 

• 1. Presumably in the recognizable form of an orthodox icon
• 2. Ex-Yugoslav nations are prolific swearers and swearwords are a stereotypical way to spot a compatriot abroad
• 3. 7/8 is a characteristic rhythm in Macedonian folk songs, also used in this song
• 4. i.e. at the start of Yugoslav wars
• 5. The Macedonian version of ouzo, i.e. a clear spirit which gets clouded when a drop of water is added
• 6. A town in western Macedonia
• 7. Longing For the South, or T'ga za Jug, is a famous Macedonian poem

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