Our Days

Our Days

By Vladislav Petković-Dis

Dark times of decline did us befall,
Scum, lechery and vice do thrive,
A rotten breath of decay we feel all,
Heroes and seers are no more alive.
Dark times of decline did us befall.

All dens and canals are open wide,
All basements were raised very high,
All devious, damned and with no pride
At present are our sovereigns sly.
All dens and canals are open wide.

Shrines and reliquaries were devastated,
All virtues and honours were despised,
All graves and lives were humiliated,
Funeral and baptism were compromised.
Shrines and reliquaries were devastated.

Centuries-old bells of revolt silent fell
The spirit of unison and war gods fled,
Let us banish holidays and tribunes to hell,
Let us upon sins, errors and mud be fed.
Centuries-old days of revolt silent fell.

We turned gendarmes into noblemen,
Medals are worn by idiot compatriots,
And thieves became well-off men,
Some dark souls were dubbed patriots.
We turned gendarmes into noblemen.

In elections our wisdom we dissipated,
Our bravery yielded to tricks and eats,
All springs of future we contaminated,
Instead of victories we celebrate defeats.
In elections our wisdom we dissipated.

Instead of glorious history and graves
We resurrected pygmies and the unwise;
Before our wretched brothers, slaves,
We sealed our pockets and shut our eyes.
Instead of glorious history and graves

Only dust on paper is what remains now
As a sole memory of the giant ones;
The glory of the party is what we avow,
The spirit of scorn imbued all the sons.
Only dust on paper is what remains now.

The rising generation lives in disgrace,
But with no protests or cries of dismay;
The ignominy our populace does face,
An’ the descendants that as spiders prey.
The rising generation lives in disgrace.

Deep darkness descended upon our days,
Obscuring our poor country and its plight;
But, when the fire engulfs all the ways,
Where shall we hide from judge and light!
Deep darkness descended upon our days.

Translation from the Serbian by:
Ljiljana Parović

Naši dani

Razvilo se crno vreme opadanja,
Nabujao šljam i razvrat i poroci,
Podig’o se truli zadah propadanja,
Umrli su svi heroji i proroci.
Razvilo se crno vreme opadanja.

Progledale sve jazbine i kanali,
Na visoko podigli se sutereni,
Svi podmukli, svi prokleti i svi mali
Postali su danas naši suvereni.
Progledale sve jazbine i kanali.

Pokradeni svi hramovi i ćivoti,
Ismejane sve vrline i poštenje,
Poniženi svi grobovi i životi,
Uprljano i opelo i krštenje.
Pokradeni svi hramovi i ćivoti.

Zakovana petvekovna zvona bune,
Pobegao duh jedinstva i bog rata;
Obesimo sve praznike i tribune,
Gojimo se od grehova i od blata.
Zakovana petvekovna zvona bune.

Od pandura stvorili smo velikaše,
Dostojanstva podeliše idioti,
Lopovi nam izrađuju bogataše
Mračne duše nazvaše se patrioti.
Od pandura stvorili smo velikaše.

Svoju mudrost rastočismo na izbore,
Svoju hrabrost na podvale i obede,
Budućnosti zatrovasmo sve izvore,
A poraze proglasismo za pobede.
Svoju mudrost rastočismo na izbore.

Mesto svetle istorije i grobova
Vaskrsli smo sve pigmeje i repove;
Od nesrećne braće naše, od robova,
Zatvorismo svoje oči i džepove.
Mesto svetle istorije i grobova

Ostala nam još prašina na hartiji
K’o jedina uspomena na džinove;
Sad svu slavu pronađosmo u partiji,
Pir poruge dohvatio sve sinove.
Ostala nam još prašina na hartiji.

Pod sramotom živi naše pokolenje,
Ne čuju se ni protesti ni jauci;
Pod sramotom živi naše javno mnenje,
Naraštaji, koji sišu k’o pauci.
Pod sramotom živi naše pokolenje.

Pomrčina pritisnula naše dane,
Ne vidi se jadna naša zemlja huda;
Al’ kad požar poduhvati na sve strane,
Kuda ćemo od svetlosti i od suda!
Pomrčina pritisnula naše dane.

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