Dida from ODE DITE by Adam Semijalac
This song is about an old custom of leaving your elders to die in the woods when it is their time.
It is about death of an infant and the bad luck and misery that are always present in the old rural areas. You can hear it in the wind, you can see it crawl down the mountain. It is everywhere. A song about people and land long forgotten even by God himself.
Tracklist
| 3. | Dida | 3:44 |
Lyrics
Nas se zivot nevaljal priko brda prevaljal
U oci nas pogledal ostro nam se nasmijal
Kezila se nesrica priko doba godisnja
Umrla je curica cilo selo kopalo
Cilo selo propalo
Cuje se u vitru sa planine lizi
Ka i stara rakija sta niz grlo klizi
Kazu da mozedu
Kazu da zelidu
Vidili smo didu
Kako ide kuci
Joj!
Bog nas je naselija pa nas zaboravija
Valja se nesrica u glavi po travi
u glavi po travi
Crne tice pivaju dok se momci skrivaju
Sto to puce u sumi de divojko reci mi
Reci curo
E da nije drvo staro ili grom iz vedra neba?
Odi ko god da je ostal taj je i najebal
E da nije drvo staro ili grom iz vedra neba?
Odi ko god da je ostal taj je i najebal
Kazu da mozedu
Kazu da zelidu
Vidili smo didu
Kako ide kuci
ROUGH/LITERAL TRANSLATION
GRANDPA
Our terrible life, rolled over the hill
Looked us in the eyes, laughed at us so harshly
Bad luck grinned at us throughout the years
A little girl has died
The whole village dug
The whole village was doomed
You can hear it in the wind
It crawls down the mountain
Just like old brandy sliding down the throat
They say they can
They say they want to
We saw grandpa heading home
God settled us here and then forgot about us
Bad luck was rolling in the head, in the grass
Black birds are singing while the boys are hiding
Something snapped in the woods
Girl please tell me what it was?
Maybe its an old tree or a thunder from the clear blue sky
Whoever stayed here got fucked
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