Ovde, druže, niko ne stanuje

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"Овде, дурже, нико не станује"
Song by Бранко Маринковић - Лалић
from the album Борово Село
English titleNo One Lives Here, Friend
Released1991 (1991)
GenreNovokompovana
Length5:21
LabelDiskos
Producer(s)Дафинић Миломир

"Ovde, druže, niko ne stanuje" (Serbian Cyrillic: "Овде, дурже, нико не станује", lit. "No One Lives Here, Friend") is a song written and performed by Branko Marinković - Lalić.

Music and lyrics

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Lyrics

Lyrics:

Drugom teškim koracima kreše
Hrabri ratni što u boju beše
Korak tešak na leđima breme
Sve što ima odnelo je vreme

Ovde druže, niko ne stanuje
Samo tuga svoje kolo vije
Nema više ni pesme ni sreće
Pusta staza izgaženo cveće

Stade junak na kućnome pragu
Na bojištu potrošio snagu
Odmora mu bolna duša ište
Ubiše mu dušu i ognjište
Bolna duša odmora mu itšte
Ubiše mu sreću i ognjište

Ovde druže, niko ne stanuje
Samo tuga svoje kolo vije
Nema više ni pesme ni sreće
Pusta staza izgaženo cveće

Uzeh sliku što na zidu beše
Nad ikonom davno se zakleše
Nad glavom mu ništa osim nema
Tol'ko tuge za slobodu treba

Ovde druže, niko ne stanuje
Samo tuga svoje kolo vije
Nema više ni pesme ni sreće
Pusta staza izgaženo cveće

Lyrics (English):

With heavy steps he trudges along the road
A brave warrior that was in battle
His steps difficult, his back burdened
Everything there is, time took away

Nobody lives here, friend
Only sadness dances its kolo
There are no more songs or happiness
Only a trail of trampled flowers

A hero stands on his home's doorstep
He used up his strength on the battlefield
For rest, his pained soul yearns
They killed his soul and hearth
His pained soul yearns for rest
They killed his happiness and hearth

Nobody lives here, friend
Only sadness dances its kolo
There are no more songs or happiness
Only a trail of trampled flowers

He takes the picture that was on the wall
Upon the icon, he swore an oath a long time ago
Above his head, there is nothing except apathy
That much sadness is needed for freedom

Nobody lives here, friend
Only sadness dances its kolo
There are no more songs or happiness
Only a trail of trampled flowers