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Silni oklopnici bez mane i straha
Hladni ko vas oklop i pogleda mrka
Vi jurnuste tada u oblaku praha
I nastade tresak i krvava trka

Zaljuljano Carstvo survalo se s vama
Kad oluja prodje vrh Kosova ravna
Kosovo ostade nepregledna jama
Kosturnica strasna, al' porazom slavna

Kosovski junaci zasluga je vasa
Sto poslednji beste u krvavoj stravi
Kada trulo carstvo oruzja se masa
Svaki les je svesna zrtva, junak pravi

Danas nama kazu, deci ovog veka
Da smo nedostojni istorije nase
Da nas je zahvatila zapadnjacka reka
I da nam se duse opasnosti plase

Lazu dobra zemljo moja
Ko te voli taj te voli jer zna da si mati
I da pre tebe ova polja i krsevi goli
Ne mogose drugom svesnu ljubav dati

I danas kad dodje do poslednjeg boja
Neozaren starog oreola sjajem
Ja cu zivot dati otadzbino moja
Znajuci sta dajem i zasto ga dajem!

Milan Rakic

Ne stidim se sto sam
kako vi velite
varvarin sa Balkana
tla prljavstine i bure.
Cucete sad
i kod nas ima neke
vama nepoznate kulture.

Vi prvo ispitujete i sumnjate
daleki ste i od rodjenih sinova,
za trpezu svoju ne posadite
svakog tudjina.
Vi mozete da pijete
a da svakom ne pruzite
case vina.

A kod nas su jos obicaji grubi
mi pustamo svakog pod svoje sleme,
kod nas se jos i s namernikom ljubi,
kod nas se podvizi zbog gostoljublja cine,
kod nas svaki covjek ima
citavo pleme
prijatelja i rodbine.

Vi, doista, imate
nekoliko miliona Hristovih kipova
na svakog covjeka po jednoga
imaju ga drumovi i polja, apsane i skole,
a kod nas, kad ljudi veruju u Boga
u sebi ga nose
i tiho mu se
skoro u snu, mole.

Vi, istina, za svaki kut zivota
imate sprava i masina,
sve ste sracunali i sve znate
izumi vasi su za divljenje,
a mi jos imamo starinske alate,
ali sve je kod nas jos zdravo
i prirodno ko glina
i umiranje, i radjanje, i zivljenje.

Vi imate citave zbirke
pravila i nauka o slobodi
o svemu se kod vas pise i pripoveda
ali mi po nepisanim zakonima
slobodno zivimo
i nekog prirodnog drzimo se reda
slicno ognju, vetru i vodi.

Kod vas je zbilja sve tacno propisano
kako se jede, govori i oblaci,
a mi kad govorimo, vicemo
i masemo rukama
i corbu glasno srcemo
i u rukavicama smo
obucu nosimo od svinjske koze,
puno je kod nas seljackih navika i stvari
i kraljevski preci nasi
doista su bili govedari.

Narod nas, zbilja, u gnevu moze da kolje
rusi i pali,
ali mi nismo oni sto smisleno tlace
mi ne smatramo da je svet
celi nase polje
mi ne bismo podneli
ni urodjenik prasumski da zbog nas place.

Dusa je nasa prostrana
iako smo brojem mali.

Desanka Maksimovic

The Balkanite

I am not ashamed to be -
as you say -
a barbarian from the Balkans,
that zone of filth and turmoil.
You will hear now
that even among us
there is some culture, unknown to you.

You first inquire and suspect
you are distant from your own sons,
at your table you do not allow
just any stranger.
You can drink
without offering anyone
a glass of wine.

But with us our customs are crude,
we allow all beneath our roof,
we still greet those we encounter by chance with
a kiss,
we carry out feats in the name of hospitality,
among us each man has
a whole tribe
of friends and family.

You, granted, have
several million statues of Christ
one per person
along roads and fields, in jails and schools,
but with us, when people believe in God
they carry Him within themselves
and silently
almost in their sleep,
they pray to him.

You, it is true, have for each corner of life
a gadget or machine,
you have calculated all and know all
your inventions are awe-inspiring,
while we still use old-fashioned tools
and all around is still healthy
as natural as clay
even death, even birth, even life.

You have entire collections
of laws and knowledge about freedom
you write and speak of everything
but we without word or symbol
live freely
and adhere to some natural order
similar to fire, wind, or water.

With you everything is prescribed accurately,
that's a fact,
when to eat, speak and dress
but, when we speak, we yell
and wave our hands
and slurp our soup
and don't remove our gloves
and wear pigskin shoes,
we have a lot of peasantly habits and things
and our kingly ancestors
were, indeed, cattle herders.

Our people, honestly, can, when enraged
kill, destroy and burn
But we are not the ones that calculate and suppress
We don't consider the whole world
our field
We would not endure that even
some jungle unfortunate weep because of us.

Our soul is spacious
even though we are small.

Desanka Maksimovic

Dusko Radovic

Kradu mi pamcenje,
Skracuju mi proslost,
Otimaju vekove,
Dzamijaju crkve,
Araju azbuku,
Cekicaju grobove,
Izdiru temelj,
Razmecu kolevku.

Kud da cergam s Visokim Decanima?
Gde da predignem Pecarsiju?

Uzimaju mi ono
Sto nikome nisam uzeo,
Moje lavre i prestonice,
Ne znam sta je moje,
Ni gde mi je granica,
Narod mi je u najmu i rasejanju,
Pale mi tapije
I zatiru postojanstvo.

Zar da opet zatrapim Svete Arhangele?
Da mi pomunare ponovo Ljevisu?

Ocni zivac su mi odavno rasturili,
Sad mi i beli stap otimaju,
Zrtveno polje sa krvavom travom
Ne smem da kazem da je moje.
Ne daju mi da udjem u kucu
Kazu da sam je prodao,
Zemlju koju sam od neba kupio
Neko im je obecao.

KO IM JE OBECAO
TAJ IH JE SLAGAO,
STO IM NE OBECA
ONO STO JE NJEGOVO?
ZATO JURISAJU NA MENE UDRUZENI
KIVNI STO SAM IH POZNAO.

Matija Beckovic