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Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« on: March 03, 2008, 03:01:32 PM »
PRKOSNA PESMA

Ja Rab Božji
Srbin sa prosedom bradom
izjavljujem dragovoljno
kroz lance i žicu
pred svedocima
silom, mukom i nepravdom
da sam kriv i da priznajem krivicu!

Kriv sam što sam neko
a ne niko i netko
Kriv sam što u doba opšteg srbobrsta
idem u pravoslavnu crkvu
doduše poretko
i sto se krstim ovako
s tri prsta!

Kriv sam što jesam
a treba da nisam
Kriv sam odavno
što stojim uspravno
i gledam u nebo, umesto u travu
Kriv sam što se drznuh protiv krivde
kriv sam što opet slavim svoju krsnu slavu!

Kriv sam što pišem i čitam ćirilicom
kriv sam što pevam, smejem se i psujem
a ponekad i lajem
Kriv sam i priznajem
da ne znam što znam i da znam što ne znam
Kriv sam, i da zavrsim
s najvećom krivicom
(pre nego što se zacenem od smeha)

Kriv sam tvrdoglavac
sto sam Pravoslavac
i Svetosavac i što ne verujem
u sveti zločin i oproštaj greha!
Kriv sam i grešan dakle što postojim
i kad već postojim i još drsko stojim
što bar ne priznam da ne postojim!

Ako to priznam da sacuvam glavu
izgubiću časni krst i krsnu slavu
Ako ne priznam crno mi se piše
ceo svet će na moju Zemlju da kidiše
Rulje bivših ljudi lopova i golja
čopori robota i drugih monstruma
kidisaće na moje voćnjake i polja
i na moju belu kuću pored druma
oko koje kao najlepše odive
cvetaju tresnje, jabuke i sljive.

Pa evo
priznajem i to
za spas roda
Ja vise ne postojim
skinite me s liste
Ja sam od sad samo
vazduh, svetlost i voda
tri elementa koja vam koriste.

A ovo što pred vama govori i hoda
to je ono što vi od mene stvoriste!
Moja ružna slika
ozverena lika
koju umnožavate u večeri i jutra
to je slika vaše svesti i podsvesti
to nisam ja, spolja
to ste vi – iznutra!

Moj dušmanine sa hiljadu ruku
s hiljadu slugu i sluškinja laži
ubrao si mi sunce ko jabuku
i radost čistu ko bulku u raži.
Moji će potomci piti jed i čemer
a tvoji već piju gorku medovinu
za krvav novac kojim puniš čemer
rasprodajući moju đedovinu.

Usud će ti ludačku košulju obući
i tada će se malo razdaniti
ili će planeta od sramote pući
i sve nas u isti ambis sahraniti!

Mnogo ste važne
Zemljo moja mila
Ti i Tvoje sestre
Istina i Pravda
čim se na vas digla ovolika sila
čim su na vas zinule
krivda i nepravda.

Rulje bivših ljudi
ubica i golja
čopori robota i drugih monstruma
palacaju na tvoje voćnjake i polja
i na moju belu kuću pored druma
oko koje kao najlepše odive
cvetaju lipe, jabuke i šljive.

Šta će ovde dzihadlije
krstaši, farmeri
koji Ti čereče sinove i kćeri
Mora da su čule belosvetske bande
da imaju zlatna srca
pa ih vade
da ih presade u sopstvene grudi
ne bi li i oni tako bili ljudi.

Gospodo tužioci suci i dželati
ispisali ste mi svoje zapovesti
po zenicama najfinijem staklu
Što teže živim, lakše ću umreti.
Zašli ste mnogo u noć poodmaklu
ali uzalud ćete linčovati
najgostoljubiviji narod na planeti
(zbog čega ćete goreti u paklu)
jer Ljudsko Srce
čudo nad čudima
neće da se primi u vašim grudima!

Mi se ne plašimo smrti
crne vuge
već ropskog života i bolesti duge
Smrt je česta pojava međ nama Srbima
kao što su proleće, leto, jesen, zima.
I nije strašnije
pogotovu danju
od suse, poplave, zemljotresa, mraza
kad je čovek sretne na svome imanju
okađene duše i svetla obraza.

Zlonamernici
siti i maniti
sve mi zabraniste u rođenoj kući
al ne može mi niko zabraniti
da pevam i da se smejem umirući
a to se vama više ne događa
ni kad svadbujete
ni kad vam se rađa!

Poštedite me koca i konopca
i razapnite me na vrhu planina
kao vaši praoci što su mog Praoca
Isusa Hrista Nazarećanina.

Ja ću da gledam
a vi zažmurite
inače će vam se oči rasprsnuti
od sjaja mog lica
Samo, požurite
što pre me razapnete
pre ću vaskrsnuti!

Dobrica Erić (1993)

 


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ENGLISH TRANSLATION

   DEFIANT SONG

           I
 the servant of God
 the Serb
 announce willingly
 through chains and wires
 before the witnesses
 Power, Agony and Injustice,
 that I am guilty and admit my crime!
 I am guilty that I am somebody
 and not a nothing and nobody
 I am guilty that in a time of general
 serb-hating
 I go to an Orthodox church
 and make the sign of the cross like this,
 with three fingers!
 I am guilty of being
 when I ought not to be.
 I have been guilty for a long time now
 of standing upright
 and gaze upon heaven, instead of the grass
 I am guilty of having stood up to injustice
 I am guilty
 of once again honouring my patron saint.
 I am guilty of reading and writing cyrillic
 I am guilty of singing, of laughing, and
 I am guilty, this I admit,
 of knowing what I do not know
 and not knowing what I do know.
 I am guilty, to end with my greatest crime,
 I am guilty of being stubborn
 and of being an Orthodox
 and a follower of Saint Sava and of not believing
 in such things as holy crime.
 I am guilty
 then
 of existing
 and when already existing and rudely standing
 of not admitting that I do not exist.

 If I admit that
 in order to save my head
 I will lose the venerable cross and my patron saint
 If I do not admit that
 my outlook is bleak
 the entire world will harass my nation
 Hoards of former people
 thieves and vagrants
 packs of robots and other monsters
 will attack my orchards and fields
 and my white house along the road
 around which, as the loveliest of maidens,
 blossom cherries, apples, and plums.

 So here,
 I admit this too,
 for the salvation of my people.
 I no longer exist
 remove me from your list
 I am from now on only
 air, light and water,
 three useful elements
 And this thing that before you walks and talks
 that is what you have made of me!

 My enemy with a thousand hands,
 a thousand servants and false handmaidens,
 you have plucked my sun as you would an apple
 and my joy as you would a poppy among the rye.

 My descendents shall drink despair and bitterness
 but yours already drink bitter honey-wine
 for the blood money which fills your money belt
 from the sale of my ancestral land.
 Fate will give you a straight jacket
 and then there will come daylight
 or the planet will burst from shame
 and bury us all in the abyss!

 You must be very important
 you, my dear Land,
 and your sisters
 Truth and Justice,
 since so many powers have arisen against you
 since Untruth and Injustice
 stand before you with jaws agape.

 Hoards of former people
 thieves and vagrants
 packs of robots and other monsters
 already surround your orchards and fields
 and my white house along the road
 around which, as the loveliest of maidens,
 blossom lindens, apples, and plums.

 What do these warriors of jihad,
 of crusade, these farmers
 that torture your sons and daughters
 seek?
 These worldly bands must have heard
 that they have golden hearts
 so they are removing them
 to transplant them into their own torsos
 in hopes that they, too, will become people.

 My respected prosecutors,
 my judges and executioners,
 you have written out your commandments for me
 all over my pupils,
 the finest of glass.
 The harder it is for my to live,
 the easier it will be for me to die.
 You have gone too deep into a late, dark night
 but you will lynch in vain the most hospitable nation on the planet,
 because human hearts,
 miracle of miracles,
 cannot be transplanted into your inhuman torsos!

 We do not fear death,
 the darkness,
 but rather we fear a slave's life and lengthy illness
 Death is a frequent occurrence among the Serbs
 just like spring, summer, autumn and winter,
 and it is no worse
 especially by day
 than drought, floods, earthquakes, and frost,
 when a man meets these on his own land
 with censed soul and clear conscience.

 You who wish us harm,
 satieted and mad,
 you have forbidden me all in my own home
 but nobody can forbid me
 to sing and to laugh while dying,
 two things you no longer do
 even while celebrating marriage
 or birth.

 Spare me the stake and rope
 and crucify me on a mountain top
 just as your ancestors crucified my ancestor
 Jesus Christ the Nazarene.

 I shall watch,
 but you close your eyes
 otherwise they will burst
 from the glow of my face.
 Just hurry -
 the sooner you crucify me
 the sooner I will resurrect.

*Dobrica Eric*


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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #1 on: March 28, 2008, 08:25:15 AM »
 :)  :)  :)

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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #2 on: April 07, 2008, 12:40:12 AM »
 My favorite!Thak you ! O0

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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #3 on: April 07, 2008, 03:33:42 AM »
Thank you O0

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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #4 on: April 09, 2008, 12:21:26 AM »
You're welcome!  8;)

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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #5 on: April 11, 2008, 03:54:42 PM »
i rly love this song :)

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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #6 on: April 11, 2008, 05:40:25 PM »
".. the sooner you crucify me
 the sooner I will resurrect. "

Аmin.

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Re: Prkosna pesma - Defiant Song by Dobrica Eric
« Reply #7 on: April 13, 2008, 11:41:34 AM »
"These worldly bands must have heard
 that they have golden hearts
 so they are removing them
 to transplant them into their own torsos
 in hopes that they, too, will become people. "

in serbian it sounds much better,tho this is my favoret part of the song :)

p.s. i think it would be more acuret if it said human