Sweet/Bitter said:🤣
It’s Republic Day today
and the old man’s had a few drinks,
watching Madonna on the TV,
and he’s sitting there reminiscing about the war years,
thinking about how they pushed through the struggle
just so things could be better today,
wading through freezing rivers,
scavenging bark off trees just to survive.
It breaks his heart that some people think
life is actually happening somewhere else,
that they’ve forgotten those old dreams,
just waiting for a passport so they can finally leave.
Today is the day—Republic Day,
today is the day—Republic Day,
today is the day—Republic Day,
and his wife snaps, "Dragan, shut up! I can hear you from here!"
Today is Republic Day
and the old man is looking back at those wartime days,
it kills him that even the kids
don't play soldier anymore,
nowadays everyone knows you only have one head,
and everyone knows exactly whose boot to kiss.
Today is Republic Day,
the old man shouts, "Open the windows!"
He's drunk and thinks he sees the glow of distant bonfires in the distance,
those distant bonfires burning in the dark.
Today is the day—Republic Day,
today is the day—Republic Day,
today is the day—Republic Day,
and his wife yells, "Are you insane, Dragan? Close the windows, we're trying to save on the heating bill!"
That’s what happens when you don't have any money left.😁
There’s a second part to this too...:
The party recruited Cetr'espete,
and with the army, he marched into Trieste,
but now he’s walking into a police station,
being taken in by the Red Cross.
His son doesn't carry that same smile anymore,
the one the girls from Kosev used to love,
the old man says, "Your whole idea of the South was a massive joke,
you and all your communists."
Chorus.
And the wife just sits there crying,
saying, "Dragan, turn up the news a little,
from the historic Continental Congress
to the refugee convoys
passing through Sremska raca."
The blood of the labor movements runs through him,
back when the whole town and countryside rose up together,
he had absolutely nothing back then,
but he was never as empty as he is now.
Old man, you see it clearly now, it's all coming back,
who you actually wanted to call brothers,
Marshall and the whole party played you for fools,
turns out freedom didn't know how to sing.
Chorus.
Sometimes he dreams of death creeping in,
taking away his best friends,
and sometimes he dreams of an unborn grandson,
reciting verses by Mayakovsky.
From the barricades, you can hear "No pasaran,"
oh, what a strange dream it was,
there was the troop of proletarians, the red flag flying,
there was the portrait of Ivo Lola ribar.
And the wife says, "Enough fighting already,
Dragan, turn up the news a little,
from the historic Continental Congress
to the refugee convoys
passing through Sremska raca."