28061914 Lyrics

Tajna nas ruka vodi
Crna ruka ka slobodi
Ta nam je ruka čila,
A nji'ova jadna, gnjila

Dok nas u propast vode
ja nas vodim do slobode
Ruka mije, ruka dršće,
Kralj će umr't, ma nek' crkne

Tajna nas veza spaja
ropstvo čelik ojačava
Suza ne očajava
već nam nadu pojačava

Kad bljesak grune, sine,
Ti, Gavrilo, crni sine,
Po dvoru ćeš sjene slati,
gospodu im kletvom plašit'

"Prvi je pucat' treb'o, majku jeb'o
Druga je bomba pala, al' bez kralja!"

Zar vi mislite da je Sarajevo na tom stalo?
Previše čini, mi se čini, tu je odigrano

"Krivi put! Krivi put!"
Urlik je k'o magla po ulici prosut'
Još se jedan za njim čuje,
još se jedan oglušuje.
Moja ruka drhti, psuje,
sad moj metak odlučuje.

"Prvi je pucat' treb'o, majku jeb'o
A ja sam sudbu 'krao, kralj je pao!"

Naše će sjene hodati po Beču
Lutati po dvoru, plašiti gospodu
Naši će krici lebdit' k'o soko' sivi
Ko hoće da živi nek' mre,
Ko hoće da mre nek' živi

"Zar vi mislite da je Sarajevo na tom stalo?"

Naše će sjene hodati po Beču
Lutati po dvoru, plašiti gospodu
Naši će krici lebdit' k'o soko' sivi
Ko hoće da živi nek' mre,
Ko hoće da mre nek' živi

English:

28061914

The secret hand is guiding,
Guiding us towards our freedom
That hand is full of honor
And their hand is weak & rotten

While they bring us to our doom
I will bring us to our freedom
Hand caresses, hand is trembling:
King will die - let him beg for it!

The secret binds connect us,
Steel is stronger with our thrall
Our tears are not our despair
They make our hope divine, strong

When lighting hits and strikes,
You, Gavrilo, bastard son,
In their halls you'll be a shadow
Scaring them until they're cursed!

"The first one should have killed him, son of a bitch!
The second bomb exploded - but King still lives!"

Do you think that Sarajevo will stop at this?
Some weird conjurations are happening here...

"Wrong way! Dead end!"
Screams like fog filled the street
I can hear another voice,
One more louder than before,
My hand is still trembling, weak,
But my bullet decides to tell a story

Our shadows will be walking through Vienna, strolling through the courts, frightening their lords.
Our screams will soar like a bald eagle:
Who wants to live - let them die,
Who want to die - let them live!

"Do you think that Sarajevo will stop at this?"

Our shadows will be walking through Vienna, strolling through the courts, frightening their lords.
Our screams will soar like a bald eagle:
Who wants to live - let him die,
Who want to die - let him live!