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March 23rd, 2009 | #1 |
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M.P. Thompson lyrics on ENG!
This is for all those who would like to know what exactly Thompson sings about.
For all Fans! Arrival of The Croats (Dolazak Hrvata) In the dear heroic land, beautiful and distant, In the year of the Lord six hundred and some, A power descended on that land, Blue blood led the people. The ground trembles, stones are cracking, Through Heaven’s door, Rode up a white knight With a golden sword. “Give me a piece of sacred land, the land is a mother and a child.” Love your land, on it build your home, And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it. Love your land, love the blessed fruit, And proudly walk on it your earthly walk. “Give me a piece of holy land, the land is a mother and a child.” The white knight went back through heavenly door, Leaving our Beautiful One free of hunger and war. Before Heavenly Father he kneels down with the golden words: “I delivered the sacred land into the hands of Croats.” And our dear heroic land, To this day remembers these words. Love your land, on it build your home, And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it. Love your land, love the blessed fruit, And proudly walk on it your earthly walk. “Give me a piece of holy land, the land is a mother and a child.” Love your land, on it build your home, And protect it, through your blood you are attached to it. Love your land, love the blessed fruit, And proudly walk on it your earthly walk. “Give me a piece of holy land, the land is a mother and a child.” ______________________________ Cavoglave Batallion (Bojna Cavoglave) To defend Home - ready! (Za Dom - spremni!) In Zagora at the source of the Cikola River, We, the brothers, took up arms to defend our homes. There’s a Croat standing next to another Croat, we are all brothers, You will not get into Cavoglave as long as we are still alive! Thompson discharges, a kalasnikow and zbrojevka, too, Toss the bomb, chase the bandits away beyond the spring ! Step forward, get rifle ready, and let’s all start to sing, For our homes, brothers, for our freedom, fighting are we. You Serbian irregulars, you Chetnik mob, Our hand will reach you even in Serbia! God’s justice will reach you, eveybody knows that by now, You will be judged by the fighters from Cavoglave! Listen now to the message from St. Elias; You will not get into Cavoglave, as you never did before! Hey Croats, dear brothers from Cavoglave, Croatia will never forget you fighters. ______________________________ Day is coming (Dan dolazi) Summer, fall, winter and spring, all of it bringing a life. When an angel from the sky comes flying, we get born and we leave bare-foot. Adieu, blue sky, and my home’s dewy grass, all my good frieds, adieu, love. Day is coming, for heroes and the poor. Day is coming, to save themselves those who believe, let us sing, day is coming. When the early dawn’s fragrance spreads, I won’t see her any longer, and when wild roses burst into flowers, those who know rejoice. Adieu, blue sky, and my home’s dewy grass, all my good friends, adieu, love. Day is coming, for heroes and the poor. Day is coming, to save themselves those who believe, let us sing, day is coming. |
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Ghost of a Warrior (Duh ratnika)
Where’re you from and what front do you come from, Oh, warrior, of weary pace, No battle has been fought here since long ago, Why are you wandering around here like a ghost? “I am the soul of Croatian warriors, searching for homeland and waving banner, and it’s soaked with my blood too, and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for it.” But this is your land, don’t you see, The homeland we all dreamed about, For its freedom you gave your blood, A thousand-years-old dream became a reality! “I don’t recognize it as such and it seems sad, in my dreams it’s proud and beautiful, and where are its heroes and brave sons, and where the valuables for which we were dying!?” Oh, warrior, there is no such Croatia, As soon as it started budding misfortunes befell her, Forces of darkness rose against her, Striking at the crown and at the throne! “There always were and always will be, those who will sell their soul to the devil, so, you watch, because you have to watch, return the pride to Homeland!” I would give all to see her, Proud and beautiful like in the dreams, I would give all to see her, And again I would stand ready, My life I would give! “I am the soul of Croatian warriors, searching for homeland and waving banner, and she is soaked with my blood too, and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for her.” __________________ King Zvonimir's curse (Kletva kralja Zvonimira) They sold out our dreams Judas’ sons, pure gold thrown into mud. Waking up was so beautiful, maybe too late, and paid for with innocent blood. Hey, you tired land, exhausted! Is there anyone left to die for you? They sold out our dreams Judas’ sons, pure gold they threw into mud. In front of someone else’s doors again we beg for justice, a heavy cross we are carrying now. Hey, you tired land, exhausted! Is there anyone left to die for you? King Dmitar Zvonimir, through the mountains cries are echoing, “Ooooo” In dungeon are your soldiers! Traitors, let them find no peace, you killed King Zvonimir, you betrayed our great men, and our sons given by mothers. Yesterday I saw the picture of the people, throwing flowers upon heroes, tomorrow already victors are judged, sold out for Judas’ coins. King Dmitar Zvonimir, through the mountains cries are echoing, “Ooooo” In dungeons are your soldiers! King Dmitar Zvonimir, through the mountains cries are echoing, (Into the battle! Into the battle! For one’s people!) “Ooooo” In dungeon are your soldiers! In dungeon are your soldiers! __________________ My grandpa and me (Moj dida i ja) Over the fields through memories he goes, Strong man, strong grey beard. I remember his gaze, the warmth of his eye And every word of his that was so deep. Grandpa was strong like a rock, Had a brave heart and genes made of stone. All wisdom was woven into him His stories taught me about everything. “To travel the honorable way, You should know will be hard But only in that way you can get to Where the eternal light shines.” Hey, if only I could with you Like before wait for the dawn, look down, from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field My grandpa and me, two friends, Another time – same destiny. Mountain Svilaja is gazing at me With the shine it eyes like his. He drew his strength from up there, That mountain etched his wrinkles His cracked hands, Like a safe harbor to me,. How to thank him for all, I named my son after him. “To travel the honorable way, You should know will be hard But only in that way you can get to Where the eternal light shines.” Hey, if only I could with you Like before wait for the dawn, look down, from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field My grandpa and me, two friends, Another time – same destiny. If I could only look down, from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field And to shout stronger than a storm, So my grandpa could hear me once again. Hey, if only I could with you Like before wait for the dawn, look down, from Svilaja up the Peter’s Field My grandpa and me, two friends, Another time – same destiny __________________ |
March 23rd, 2009 | #3 |
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My Son (Sine moj)
Silence is often stronger than the words, But a song tears down everything. Various winds are beating on me, But because of you, I am not giving up, My son. I know by the warm gaze of yours That you see everything in me, But I too look at you as if you were Heaven And live for you, My son. May on your way God lead you, Then you won’t betray your stock. Only faith preserved me, I loved God, and he gave to me you, My son. May in your heart always be a spot For all good people, Who under the sacred banner go Through reality and dreams. Silence is often stronger than the words, But a song tears down everything. Various winds will be beating you, But don’t let them break you, My son. May on your way God lead you, Then you won’t betray your stock. Only faith preserved me, I loved God, and he gave to me you, My son. __________________ My Ivan (Moj Ivane) Whose is that meadow, whose is that grass Whose is that blushing and blond maiden The meadow is Ivan’s, Ivan’s is the grass Ivan’s is the blushing and blond maiden Our Ivan was taken away by the cursed destiny It took him from Kupres across the white world Only a single powerful will remained To sing the song of the Kupres hero My Ivan, dear brotherly friend How recently were you at Kupres Is the Kupres field ploughed up Has it been seeded with wheat Ivan will return with a thousand young men Songs of our Kupres folks will be sung Ivan will mow down meadow and the grass He will marry that blushing and blond girl __________________ Warriors of the light (Ratnici svjetla) When you see a rock Where it is written That a warrior fell And is no more, Don’t jus pass by, As if he didn’t exist Here bravely fell my friends. Listen to the thunder, To the foaming sea, They are asking you if they are forgotten. Say a prayer for them, Let my brothers know Heroes are never forgotten. They deffended the land, And shoulder by shoulder As warriors of light They stud up against darkness. That’s why dawn is breaking, That’s why day is awakening, A “Thanks” to them for everything, We are free people. Listen to the thunder, To the foaming sea, They are asking you if they are forgotten. Say a prayer for them, Let my brothers know Heroes are never forgotten. __________________ |
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There Where My Roots Are (Tamo gdje su moji korijeni)
The sun rose and is shedding the warmth, And morning brings to me scent of mountain delight, So I think of golden tears, of tumultuous time, I was like a wild wind all those years. When I hear our songs, the blood boils in me, That’s the love that ages for years in one’s soul, And as time goes on, I belong here ever more, I won’t hide my face, only that I know. God will always give to everyone, We only need to believe, To be a picture of God’s face, To saw where you strarted to grow. There where my roots are, That beauty lives in me, There I carry every victory To my country, to my people. I will take you to the valley of my happiness, By the spring of happiness, by the river of youth, May Heaven bless us, make dreams come true And a gift of falcon sons give us. God will always give to everyone, We only need to believe, To be a picture of God’s face, To saw where you strarted to grow. There where my roots are, That beauty lives in me, There I carry every victory, To my country, to my people. __________________ Grabovac Maiden (Diva Grabovceva) Once upon a time in those days of yore, there was Grabovac’s beautiful daughter, where out of a rock water flows on Herceg’s soil, where out of rock flowers grow in memory of her. Fiend’s whipping, killing young body, extinguishing her eye’s virgin glow, a prayer upon her lips, was all left to her at the end. Body dies, but the soul fled into the Virgin’s embrace. Maiden, Grabovac Maiden, for ever shining in the sky. Herceg’s water keeps on flowing, there where she met her end. Look into our women’s eyes, and when you catch that beautiful glow, that is the Maiden of Grabovac, because she lives, you must know. Herceg’s water keeps on flowing, there where she met her end. Maiden, Grabovac Maiden, for ever shining in the sky. Herceg’s water keeps on flowing, there where she met her end. In these brutal times, of people evil, rife with restlessness, I feel better when singing to you about her, about the woman, chaste, courageous, Grabovac’s Maiden. __________________ How beautiful you are (Lijepa li si) When I think of it a tear starts rolling Sweet smell of memories starts spreading Of every foot of my native parts And of folk’s lores I recognized your beauty That awakened my love When I am with you my heart Beats stonger, it is big O Zagora, how beautiful you are Slavonia, you are golden Herceg-Bosna, a proud heart Dalmatia, my sea One soul and two of us Salutes to Lika, Velebit’s pride When Neretva starts off to the sea You should then remember me Be the theme of my song For all those who are not around Move on, Istra and Zagorje Let us raise all three colors Let’s embrace in front of everyone Let them see that we exist How beautiful you are __________________ |
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Tell me, My Brother (Reci, brate moj)
Ask me nothing, it was and it is over May by God it never repeat I was lucky so I came home While many never came back Tell me brother, are we cursed That everything gets forgotten so soon But God forbid, that they need us again Again dense fog will come down I do not feel days, only some of the evenings When I remember our songs Then vine starts too, it flows like Cikola Fairy of Velebit calling Don’t ask me anything, but light a candle For all those who fell for their home Tell me brother, are we cursed That everything gets forgotten so soon But God forbid, that they would need us again Dense fog will come down again __________________ LET NO ONE TOUCH INTO MY LITTLE PART OF THE UNIVERSE (Neka nitko ne dira u moj mali dio svemira) East, West, everyone defends their own, But I am must not that what is mine Sice forever. My only world. Only because of that, they say I am a fascist, And I never wanted anything someone else’s, Only her, Free country. I live peacefully proud of my own, Even though not always everything’s my way. I am attacked by those servile penman, As if thej were the ones who protected villages. Mice, Crawling out of their holes now! Oh, how their faces become vampire-like When our checkered banner unfurled flies. Saintly flag. I live peacefully proud of my own, Even though not always everything’s my way. Let it be heard, let it be known, Let the banner fly, Let no one touch My little piece of the universe. They lie in the ether, deluding people, As if it was nothing they judge the just. Of course I am guilty, But only because I exist! Patriotism they pronounced for fascism, That’s how they defend their communism. Flimsy demagogy! I live peacefully proud of my own, Even though not always everything’s my way. Let it be heard, let it be known, Let the banner fly, Let no one touch My little piece of the universe. __________________ The Beginning (Pocetak) In principio erat verbu, [at the beginning there was word] Et verbum erat apud deum, [and the word was with God] Et deus erat verbum. [and God was word] In the beginning, he created light, And man to be His image; “Here, have it, and govern the earth justly.” At first man was good, Was a picture and image of God, All until he wanted a lot more. On his brother he raised his hand, Grabbed the land, took up the sword, Deceived his Father and waded into sin. Rains are falling, fields are bearing crops, children dream, God has not left us. And ever since man’s been deceiving God, On all sides there are wars and drugs, As if the Earth were a lost world. Quarreling are nations and races, And false prophets are misleading masses. Children, faith, body – everything is for sale. Once man used to be just a hunter, But now he kills his neighbor for money, Attacks and steals and sows fear through the world. Rains are falling, fields are bearing, children dream, God has not left us. They overturned your words, God, As if they are living with the devil under the skin. They don’t know about mercy, nor about repentance. But I won’t live in that sin, I won’t make such a path for our children. Oh, if only my song could fix the world! Let us protect love, everyone needs it, Forgiveness and hope are gifts from Heaven. Look in the eyes of your Creator! Rains are falling, fields are bearing crops, children dream, God has not left us. |
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Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands (Ne varaj me sa golubom u rukama)
On the hill scent of torches Steps disappear in the darkness Look at a child’s face Do you remember me Banners of freedom are flying Shells are children’s toys Over the river by the border I kiss my sweetheart’s picture Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands Freedom was created in suffering People rejoice and become sad Your kisses are mine to keep Deaf and dumb sing hymns Everybody is mentioning your name to me Don’t deceive me ________________ Growing old (Stari se) Between us a hundred worlds Between us a hundred centuries What blue sea are the eyes kissing now If only I knew Behind us a hundred wars Behind us a hundred deceits Who is removing lipstick from her lips now While I roam if only I knew Growing old, growing old But without her there is no hell nor heavens So I ask myself does an end exists Does an end exist Growing old, growing old But without her nothing matters Whatever life was it just passed My life passed Growing old, growing old In front of us a twilight of time Behind us golden sun shines Whose lips are touching her lips While I play and sing She will never find out She will never find out That for her I’ll demolish the world Burn it and die __________________ My people (E moj narode) Ever since the time of Christ New faces, stage the same Devil’s forces striving That we not exist Antichrists and freemasons Communists these, those Spreading devil’s cants In order to defeat us Hey, my people, hey, my people And we deaf, mute, blind Each in one’s own darkness dreading People chosen by God Suffocated by dissension From our glorious history And from this one not so ancient We all have everything we value Earned together Hey, my people, hey, my people Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Hey, my people, hey, my people Generations of heroes And the victor’s strong army Fears and dying still continue For Homeland From these heaveny heights Give us, God, again a son To lead us out of misery All unto the victory … hey, my people Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Hey, my people, hey, my people |
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September 9th, 2009 | #8 |
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Thank you for all the translations. (and thank you for the link to the thread, bmwbiker.) He's causing quite a row in England so it's nice to have this thread handy.
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My people (E moj narode)
Ever since the time of Christ New faces, stage the same Devil’s forces striving That we not exist Antichrists and freemasons Communists these, those Spreading devil’s cants In order to defeat us Hey, my people, hey, my people And we deaf, mute, blind Each in one’s own darkness dreading People chosen by God Suffocated by dissension From our glorious history And from this one not so ancient We all have everything we value Earned together Hey, my people, hey, my people Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Hey, my people, hey, my people Generations of heroes And the victor’s strong army Fears and dying still continue For Homeland From these heaveny heights Give us, God, again a son To lead us out of misery All unto the victory … hey, my people Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Neither I can go on like this, nor do I want to Let’s take into our hands destiny and fortune Hey, my people, hey, my people Friends (Prijatelji) Friends, I often think of you This time is not good for us Girls are not what they used to be They all hid themselves in the city Friends, how are you today Remember the proud days When one next to the other would stand We could do all, we dared do everything And we were what we wanted to be Friends, how are you today Tell me, Did you get tired Did we get cheated Did we get run over by time Tell me, Are you singing old songs Like in old times, with head up Are you the same like in the old times Friends, I often think of you I would gladly see you all in good health If only they put us back together To, as if on the front line We sing against death Friends, how are you today
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September 9th, 2009 | #10 |
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Ghost of a Warrior
Composer: Marko Perkovic Thompson Lyrics Author: Marko Perkovic Thompson Where’re you from and what front do you come from, Oh, warrior, of weary pace, No battle has been fought here since long ago, Why are you wandering around here like a ghost? “I am the soul of Croatian warriors, searching for homeland and waving banner, and it’s soaked with my blood too, and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for it.” But this is your land, don’t you see, The homeland we all dreamed about, For its freedom you gave your blood, A thousand-years-old dream became a reality! “I don’t recognize it as such and it seems sad, in my dreams it’s proud and beautiful, and where are its heroes and brave sons, and where the valuables for which we were dying!?” Oh, warrior, there is no such Croatia, As soon as it started budding misfortunes befell her, Forces of darkness rose against her, Striking at the crown and at the throne! “There always were and always will be, those who will sell their soul to the devil, so, you watch, because you have to watch, return the pride to Homeland!” I would give all to see her, Proud and beautiful like in the dreams, I would give all to see her, And again I would stand ready, My life I would give! “I am the soul of Croatian warriors, searching for homeland and waving banner, and she is soaked with my blood too, and the soul has no peace – it’s searching for her.” LET NO ONE TOUCH INTO MY LITTLE PART OF THE UNIVERSE East, West, everyone defends their own, But I am must not that what is mine Since forever. My only world. Only because of that, they say I am a fascist, And I never wanted anything someone else’s, Only her, Free country. I live peacefully proud of my own, Even though not always everything’s my way. I am attacked by those servile penman, As if they were the ones who protected villages. Mice, Crawling out of their holes now! Oh, how their faces become vampire-like When our checkered banner unfurled flies. Saintly flag. I live peacefully proud of my own, Even though not always everything’s my way. Let it be heard, let it be known, Let the banner fly, Let no one touch My little piece of the universe. They lie in the ether, deluding people, As if it was nothing they judge the just. Of course I am guilty, But only because I exist! Patriotism they pronounced for fascism, That’s how they defend their communism. Flimsy demagogy! I live peacefully proud of my own, Even though not always everything’s my way. Let it be heard, let it be known, Let the banner fly, Let no one touch My little piece of the universe. Tell me, My Brother Ask me nothing, it was and it is over May by God it never repeat I was lucky so I came home While many never came back Tell me brother, are we cursed That everything gets forgotten so soon But God forbid, that they need us again Again dense fog will come down I do not feel days, only some of the evenings When I remember our songs Then vine starts too, it flows like Cikola Fairy of Velebit calling Don’t ask me anything, but light a candle For all those who fell for their home Tell me brother, are we cursed That everything gets forgotten so soon But God forbid, that they would need us again Dense fog will come down again Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands On the hill scent of torches Steps disappear in the darkness Look at a child’s face Do you remember me Banners of freedom are flying Shells are children’s toys Over the river by the border I kiss my sweetheart’s picture Don’t deceive me with a dove in your hands Freedom was created in suffering People rejoice and become sad Your kisses are mine to keep Deaf and dumb sing hymns Everybody is mentioning your name to me Don’t deceive me My Son Composer: Marko Perkovic Thompson Lyrics Author: Marko Perkovic Thompson Silence is often stronger than the words, But a song tears down everything. Various winds are beating on me, But because of you, I am not giving up, My son. I know by the warm gaze of yours That you see everything in me, But I too look at you as if you were Heaven And live for you, My son. May on your way God lead you, Then you won’t betray your stock. Only faith preserved me, I loved God, and he gave to me you, My son. May in your heart always be a spot For all good people, Who under the sacred banner go Through reality and dreams. Silence is often stronger than the words, But a song tears down everything. Various winds will be beating you, But don’t let them break you, My son. May on your way God lead you, Then you won’t betray your stock. Only faith preserved me, I loved God, and he gave to me you, My son. My Ivan Whose is that meadow, whose is that grass Whose is that blushing and blond maiden The meadow is Ivan’s, Ivan’s is the grass Ivan’s is the blushing and blond maiden Our Ivan was taken away by the cursed destiny It took him from Kupres across the white world Only a single powerful will remained To sing the song of the Kupres hero My Ivan, dear brotherly friend How recently were you at Kupres Is the Kupres field ploughed up Has it been seeded with wheat Ivan will return with a thousand young men Songs of our Kupres folks will be sung Ivan will mow down meadow and the grass He will marry that blushing and blond girl http://www.thompson.hr/web/modules.p...07986be597add8 fom official page
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November 22nd, 2009 | #11 |
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How beautiful you are
When I think of it a tear starts rolling Sweet smell of memories starts spreading Of every foot of my native parts And of folk’s lores I recognized your beauty That awakened my love When I am with you my heart Beats stonger, it is big O Zagora, how beautiful you are Slavonia, you are golden Herceg-Bosna, a proud heart Dalmatia, my sea One soul and two of us Salutes to Lika, Velebit’s pride When Neretva starts off to the sea You should then remember me Be the theme of my song For all those who are not around Move on, Istra and Zagorje Let us raise all three colors Let’s embrace in front of everyone Let them see that we exist How beautiful you are
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Lipa Kaja/Beautiful Kaja(name)
Dok se mjesec nebom zlati/while the moon is shining from the sky znam da tvoja duša pati/i know that your soul is suffering ja te molim, ne predaj se/I'm beging you don't give up Jer kad zora u dan pukne/when the dusk becomes the day bit će kasno da jaukne/it will be too late to scream glasa tvoga niko čuti neće/no one will hear your voice Da su tvoji prije znali/if only your family knew kome su te obećali/whom they've promised you Eeeej.... Ne daj bože da sad ode/God won't let you go kad smo došli do slobode/now that we're come to freedom lipa Kajo roda moga/beautifull Kaja, from my race ne udaj se za drugoga/don't merry to another one hej, lipa Kajo, lipa Kajo/beautiful Kaja, beautiful Kaja 'Eeej, lipa Kajo, 'eeej, lipa Kajo. Kad na Gackom zora pukne/when the dusk comes over Gacka(town and river) bit će kasno da jaukne/it will be too late to scream glasa tvoga niko čuti neće/no one will hear your voice Da su tvoji prije znali/if only your family knew before kome su te obećali/ whom they've promised you
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