Patuljci U Vrtu - Haustor

Na tvojim vratima ne stoji ime

A momci sa automatima

Glume patuljke u vrtu

Još si budan

Sjediš uz prozor i promatraš grad u dolini

Dolje je mirno i bezbjedno, stari moj

Još uvijek satovi zvone

S remize su krenule jutarnje tihe kolone

Izlaze novi izlaze naivni lakomi

Njima se više ne gine

Čuče u sjeni i čekaju sunce da sine

Mali su stali i stisnuli zube

Pa ne čuju trube i ne vide sijede što vode

Iz crvenih magli ih mame fantomi slobode

Junaci što lete u kljunu gavranu

Više ne prijete

Gavran je ptica slobode

A puku što ostane znalci su poslali rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

There is no name on your door

And the guys with the machines

They play dwarfs in the garden

You're still awake

You sit by the window and watch the city in the valley

It's calm and safe downstairs, my old man

The clocks are still ringing

The morning silent columns started from the depot

New naive greedy ones are coming out

They don't die anymore

They crouch in the shadows and wait for the sun to rise

The little ones stopped and gritted their teeth

Well they don't hear the trumpets and they don't see the grays leading

The phantoms of freedom lure them out of the red mists

Heroes flying in a raven's beak

No more threats

The raven is a bird of freedom

And the connoisseurs sent storks to the people who remained

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode

Rode