Jesti Srca Ljudi - The Stone

Uska staza vodi u planine

Gde se truo rastocih u zemlji

Davno rodjen, davno umro jos mi pamte ime

Jos mi pamte ime

Jos I’m sece grudi

Postalo je sinonim za onaj

Najgori strah u srcu ljudi

Uskom stazom povorka se krece

Predvodi ih kazu cudotvorac

Nesto mumla, oko vrata krst, u ruci kolac

Izjela ih sumnja

Da se nekad nocu budim

Mesecinom da ogrnem kosti

I da jedem srca ljudi

Osvetli ih sred blatnjavog puta

Munja kada zapara nebesa

Kocem prete, izjela ih kuga

Bedne vrece kostiju I mesa

Krenuli da mir mog groba ruse

Orlovi I’m iskljuvali oci

Da mi dusa ne luta ko pseto

Sto mi pisa po nadgrobnoj ploci

Pogrbljene senke kroz noc plove

Noge teske ostaju bez daha

Cutke idu u sebi se mole

Da ne klonu pod udarom straha

Crna noc sve zavila u crno

Crnom zemljom ispod neba crnog

Idu oni koji misle

Da me nocas ubijaju mrtvog

Uskom stazom povorka se krece

Opkoljena svim okotom tmine

Cutke idu slute nikad nece

Vratiti se sa moje planine

A narrow path leads into the mountains

Where those growing in the earth rotted

Born a long time ago, died a long time ago, they still remember my name

They still remember my name

I'm still cutting my chest

It has become synonymous with the one

The worst fear in people's heart

The procession moves along the narrow path

They are led by a so-called miracle worker

He mutters something, a cross around his neck, a stake in his hand

Doubt ate them up

That sometimes I wake up at night

With the moon to cover the bones

And to eat the hearts of men

Light them up in the middle of a muddy road

Lightning when it steams the heavens

Threatened with a stake, eaten by the plague

Wretched sacks of bones and flesh

Set out to destroy the peace of my grave

Eagles I'm off my eyes

So that my soul does not wander like a dog

What is written on my tombstone

Hunched shadows sail through the night

The legs are heavy and out of breath

Cutka goes inside and prays

Not to collapse under the impact of fear

The black night turned everything into black

Black earth under a black sky

Those who think go

That they kill me dead tonight

The procession moves along the narrow path

Surrounded by all darkness

The silence goes, I guess it never will

Back from my mountain