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Sevgili dostum Alma'nın bana hazırladığı cd'den seçtim şarkıları, eski Yugoslavya'daki rock grupları bunlar, çoğunluğu Boşnak arada Hırvat'ta var sanırım emin değilim. Esasen müzikleri dinlediğiniz zaman o zaman ki geçerli akımın dünyanın her ülkesini etkilediğini görebiliyorsunuz. 

Prljavo kazalište - Što sad ljubavi ima s tim

Sarlo Akrobata - Niko Kao Ja

Kad bi' bio Bijelo Dugme

Blues za moju bivsu dragu

Tifa & Makadam - Evo Ima Godina (spot)

Leb i Sol - Čuvam Noc Od Budnih

Da Si Tako Jaka

Mi_plesemo

LAKI PINGVINI  - mozda, mozda

-Scarf of silk-

I was the wrong one
When I placed my hand on your shoulder
Held it there for long
And spoke the words

I was the wrong one 
When I asked you to tell me
Which side you are on
There are rules to the game
You know you can’t alone

Beneath all those flags
That fly all around us 
There is no place
Where you could stand
Raise your hands high
And sing our song
And sing our song

Against my will involved
In the ancient conspiracy of sides
In the ancient conspiracy of hopes
I have one day by chance found the path
Beneath all those flags
That fly..

Drops of the edge
Now fall on a line and gun
I am free
A scarf of silk let it fly on my neck

-

Ja sam bio pogresan 
Kad sam trazio da mi kazes 
Koja si strana 
Postoje pravila igre 
Ti znas da ne mozes sama 

Ispod svih tih zastava 
Sto vijore svud oko nas 
Ne postoji mjesto 
Gdje mogla bi stati 
Visoko dignuti ruke 
I pjevati nasu pjesmu 
I pjevati nasu pjesmu 

Protiv volje umijesan 
U staru zavjeru strana 
U staru zavjeru nada 
Ja sam jednoga dana 
Slucajno nasao put 
Ispod svih tih zastava 
Sto vijore.. 

Kapi s oboda 
Sada padaju na uze i gun 
Ja sam slobodan 
Neka s moga vrata vijori sal od svile.. 
Kapi s oboda 
Sada padaju na uze i gun 
Ja sam slobodan 
Neka s moga vrata vijori sal od svile..


Haustor - Šal od svile

-I would if I could-

Always alone, never to the end
A night in the city brings you some medicine
In a corner where loneliness is calculated

Always with little, too little money
When lights turn on, smoke goes away
and the smell of night becomes real

Like many times so far
He dreams
How he forever falls

It was an early morning when he left all
Only the song of birds could be heard
And then he stood for long on the other side of the street
Letting tears pour down on their own

I would if I could
I'd know if I knew

-

Uvijek sam, a nikad do kraja 
Vecer u gradu ti donese neki lijek 
U nekom kutu gdje samoca se zbraja  

Uvijek s malo, premalo para 
Kad upale se svjetla, ode dim 
A miris noci opet postane stvaran 

Ko mnogo puta do sada 
On sanja 
Kako beskrajno pada 

Bilo je rano jutro tada kad je ostavio sve 
Culo se samo kako ptice pjevaju 
Onda je stajao jos dugo s druge strane ulice 
Pustio suze da se same slijevaju 

Ja bi' mog'o da mogu 
Ja bi' znao da znam 


Haustor - Bi mogo da mogu

-Shane-

My whole life I dream how I’m leaving down the river
On an old ship that carries salt
That I carry one long, never got-over love 
Long slim cigarette and a pair of golden spurs
That I am Shane

Life on a frontier is dangerous and stiff
But my name from now means Justice
Already I hear a story how behind me rides Death
While I ride red beside the fires on the edge of a town
It is Shane

My whole life I dream how I’m leaving down the river
On an old ship that carries salt
That I carry one long, never got-over love 
Long slim cigarette and a pair of golden spurs
That I am Shane

While I live a life I didn’t choose alone
Of the southern dry winds my soul dreams
I hear the noise of a herd, in the distance I see a city
And thin image of reality becomes thiner

I know that life on a frontier is dangerous and stiff
But my name from now means Justice
On my gray horse now with me rides Death.
Carry me where my everlove already awaits

Get out and fight
In this town there is no room for one of us
Get out and fight
The street is emtpy but from the windows they are watching us
Get out and fight
I will take your life – If you stay I take honour
That is Shane

My whole life I dream how I’m leaving down the river
On an old ship that carries salt
That I carry one long, never got-over love 
Long slim cigarette and a pair of golden spurs
That I am Shane

-

Ja cijeli zivot sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku
Starim parobrodom koji vozi sol
I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prezaljenu ljubav
Tanku dugacku cigaru i par mamuza od zlata
Da sam Sejn

Zivot na granici je opasan i tvrd
Al' moje ime od sad znaci pravda
Vec cujem pricu kako za mnom jase smrt
Dok jasem crven pored vatri na rubu grada

To je Sejn ...
To je Sejn ...

Ja cijeli zivot sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku
Starim parobrodom koji vozi skitnice na zapad
I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prezaljenu ljubav
Tanku dugacku cigaru i par mamuza od zlata
Da sam Sejn
Da sam Sejn

Dok zivim zivot koji nisam birao sam
O suhom vjetru s juga moja dusa sanja
Ja cujem buku stada, vidim u daljini grad
A tanka slika jave postaje sve tanja

Ja znam da zivot na granici je opasan i tvrd
Al' moje ime ovdje od sad znaci pravda
Na mome sivom konju sada sa mnom jase smrt
Vodi me tamo gdje me moja davna draga vec ceka

Izadi i bori se
U ovom gradu nema mjesta za jednog od nas
Izadi i bori se
Ulica je prazna, ali s prozora motre na nas
Izadi i bori se
Uzet cu ti zivot ako ostanes - uzimam cast.

To je Sejn ...
To je Sejn ...

Ja cijeli zivot sanjam kako odlazim uz rijeku
Starim parobrodom koji vozi sol
I da nosim jednu davnu, nikad prezaljenu ljubav
Tanku dugacku cigaru i par mamuza od zlata
Da sam Sejn


Haustor - Šejn

-Hands-

This morning
You forgot all
That held you together
This day that knocks on the window
Is not yours
Is not yours

Around you things are silent
Your bed and desk silently
Look at you
From the walls hang triffles
Just to roughly 
make you remember
In shadows of times of time
You smell treason
Treaso o o n
Treaso o o n

Well let me play to you
Hands are dying from the silence
And don’t be afraid of the noise
That what plays, those are hands


Sarlo Akrobata - Niko Kao Ja

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