18.05.2024
Rade Šerbedžija - Moj otac Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
My father
My father was a partisanBut today, he reads newspapers
And keeps silent about his dreams
He doesn't complain, doesn't ask
He hangs the Red flag
Rarely, only during holidays
And whispers, over a sigh
I was there too
And when my son asks him
To play a game of war
My father is a German
And my son a partisan, like my dad
Sometimes I ask him
About the IB* and the price of freedom
Tired, he waves his hand
And leaves to water the flowers
Days are passing one by one
My father prays more and more
What is it that hurt him so much?
What is it that aches him so much?
My father is silent these days
He is fishing on the river Sava
How many tearful thoughts
Swarm in that good gray head
From the banks I shout
What's wrong with you?
Oh, my son, my dear son
Look at the river before you
From the banks I shout
What have you been giving your life for?
Oh, my son, my dear son
I'm looking down the river.
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