Ovde, druže, niko ne stanuje

"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.

"Овде, дурже, нико не станује"
Song by Бранко Маринковић - Лалић
from the album Борово Село
English title	No One Lives Here, Friend
Released	1991 (1991)
Genre	Novokompovana
Length	5:21
Label	Diskos
Producer(s)	Дафинић Миломир

Music and lyrics

[TBA]

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