This is a document in Serbian
and English
where you can find various
information concerning
the NATO military action
against Serbia.
Mi nismo poznali vas po zastavama,
Ni vase heroje od lavova ljuce:
Sve na kolenima vukli ste
sa k nama,
Nosec mac ubice i luc palikuce.
Bez buktinja ide ta vojska
sto cuti,
Pozar sela svetli za marseve
gorde..
Vase gromke himne ne cuse
nam puti:
Nemo ubijaju deca stare horde.
Polomiste vise kolevki, o srama!
Nego herojima otvoriste raka.
Podaviste vise njih u posteljama
Nego sto ste u krv srusili
junaka
Uzeli ste oci freskama sa svoda,
Glave kipovima heroja iz bajke;
Sprzili ste seme u strahu
od ploda,
I rec ubijali ubijajuc majke.
Presiti se zemlja od krvavog
vala,
Ali vam pobeda ne osvetli
lice:
Jer lovor ne nice s bunjista
i kala,
On je za heroje a ne za ubice.
Jovan Ducic.
I
the servant of God
the Serb
announce willingly
through chains and wires
before the witnesses
Power, Agony and Injustice,
that I am guilty and admit
my crime!
I am guilty that I am somebody
and not a nothing and nobody
I am guilty that in a time
of general
serb-hating
I go to an Orthodox church
and make the sign of the cross
like this,
with three fingers!
I am guilty of being
when I ought not to be.
I have been guilty for a long
time now
of standing upright
and gaze upon heaven, instead
of the grass
I am guilty of having stood
up to injustice
I am guilty
of once again honouring my
patron saint.
I am guilty of reading and
writing cyrillic
I am guilty of singing, of
laughing, and
I am guilty, this I admit,
of knowing what I do not know
and not knowing what I do
know.
I am guilty, to end with my
greatest crime,
I am guilty of being stubborn
and of being an Orthodox
and a follower of Saint Sava
and of not believing
in such things as holy crime.
I am guilty
then
of existing
and when already existing
and rudely standing
of not admitting that I do
not exist.
If I admit that
in order to save my head
I will lose the venerable
cross and my patron saint
If I do not admit that
my outlook is bleak
the entire world will harass
my nation
Hoards of former people
thieves and vagrants
packs of robots and other
monsters
will attack my orchards and
fields
and my white house along the
road
around which, as the loveliest
of maidens,
blossom cherries, apples,
and plums.
So here,
I admit this too,
for the salvation of my people.
I no longer exist
remove me from your list
I am from now on only
air, light and water,
three useful elements
And this thing that before
you walks and talks
that is what you have made
of me!
My enemy with a thousand hands,
a thousand servants and false
handmaidens,
you have plucked my sun as
you would an apple
and my joy as you would a
poppy among the rye.
My descendents shall drink
despair and bitterness
but yours already drink bitter
honey-wine
for the blood money which
fills your money belt
from the sale of my ancestral
land.
Fate will give you a straight
jacket
and then there will come daylight
or the planet will burst from
shame
and bury us all in the abyss!
You must be very important
you, my dear Land,
and your sisters
Truth and Justice,
since so many powers have
arisen against you
since Untruth and Injustice
stand before you with jaws
agape.
Hoards of former people
thieves and vagrants
packs of robots and other
monsters
already surround your orchards
and fields
and my white house along the
road
around which, as the loveliest
of maidens,
blossom lindens, apples, and
plums.
What do these warriors of jihad,
of crusade, these farmers
that torture your sons and
daughters
seek?
These worldly bands must have
heard
that they have golden hearts
so they are removing them
to transplant them into their
own torsos
in hopes that they, too, will
become people.
My respected prosecutors,
my judges and executioners,
you have written out your
commandments for me
all over my pupils,
the finest of glass.
The harder it is for my to
live,
the easier it will be for
me to die.
You have gone too deep into
a late, dark night
but you will lynch in vain
the most hospitable nation on the planet,
because human hearts,
miracle of miracles,
cannot be transplanted into
your inhuman torsos!
We do not fear death,
the darkness,
but rather we fear a slave's
life and lengthy illness
Death is a frequent occurrence
among the Serbs
just like spring, summer,
autumn and winter,
and it is no worse
especially by day
than drought, floods, earthquakes,
and frost,
when a man meets these on
his own land
with censed soul and clear
conscience.
You who wish us harm,
satieted and mad,
you have forbidden me all
in my own home
but nobody can forbid me
to sing and to laugh while
dying,
two things you no longer do
even while celebrating marriage
or birth.
Spare me the stake and rope
and crucify me on a mountain
top
just as your ancestors crucified
my ancestor
Jesus Christ the Nazarene.
I shall watch,
but you close your eyes
otherwise they will burst
from the glow of my face.
Just hurry -
the sooner you crucify me
the sooner I will resurrect.
Dobrica Eric
Prkosna Pesma
Ja
Rab Boziji
Srbin
sa prosedom bradom
izjavljujem radovoljno
kroz lance i zicu
pred svedocima
Silom, Mukom i Nepravdom
da sam kriv i da priznajem
krivicu!
Kriv sam sto sam neko
a ne niko i netko
Kriv sam sto u doba opstreg
srbobrsta
idem u pravoslavnu crkvu
doduse, poretko
i sto se krstim ovako
s' tri prsta!
Kriv sam sto jesam
a treba da nisam
Kriv sam odavno
sto stojim uspravno
i gledam u nebo, umesto u
travu
Kriv sam sto se drznuh protiv
krivde
kriv sam
sto opet slavim svoju krsnu
slavu!
Kriv sam sto pisem i citam
cirilicom
Kriv sam sto pevam
smejem se i psujem
(a ponekad i lajem)
kriv sam, i priznajem
da ne znam sto znam, i da
znam sto ne znam
Kriv sam, i da zavrsim
sa najvecom krivicom
(pre nego sto se zacenim od
smeha)
Kriv sam, tvrdoglavac
sto sam Pravoslavac
i Svetosavac, i sto ne verujem
u sveti zlocin i opristaj
greha!
Ako to priznam
da sacuvam glavu
izgubicu casni krst i krsnu
slavu
Ako ne priznam
crno mi se pise
ceo svet ce na moju Zemlju
da kidise
Rulje bivsih ljudi
lopova i golja
copori robota i drugih monstruma
kidisace na moje vocljake
i polja
i na moju belu kucu pored
druma
oko koje, kao najlepse odive
cvetaju tresnje jabuke i sljive.
Pa evo
priznajem i to
za spas roda
Ja vise ne postojim
skinite me s' liste
ja sam od sad samo vazduh,
svetlost i voda
tri elementa koja vam koriste
A ovo sto pred vama govori
i hoda
to je ono sto vi od mene stvoriste!
Moja ruzna slika
ozverena lika
koju umnozavate u veciri i
jutra
A to je slika vase svesti
i podsvesti
To nisam ja, spolja
to ste vi - iznutra!
Moj dusmanine sa hiljadu ruku
s hiljadu slugu i sluskinja
lazi
ubrao si mi sunce k'o jabuku
i radost cistu k'o bulka u
razi
Moji ce potomci piti jed i
cemer
a tvoji vec piju gorku medovinu
za krvav novac kojim punis
cemer
rasprodajuci moju djedovinu
Usud ce ti ludacku kosulju
obuci
i tek tada ce se malo razdaniti
ili ce planeta od sramote
puci
i cve nas u isti ambis sahraniti!
Mnogo ste vazne
zemljo moja mila
Ti i Tvoje sestre
Istina i Pravda
cim se na vas digla ovolika
sila
cim su na vas zinule krivda
i nepravda
Rulje bivsih ljudi
ubica i golja
copori robota i drugih monstruma
palacaju na tvoje vocnjake
i polja
i na moju belu kucu pored
druma
oko koje, kao najlepse odive
cvetaju lipe, jabuke
i sljive
Sta ce ovde dzihadlije
krstasi
ameri
koji Ti cerece sinove i kceri
Mora da su cule belosvetske
bande
da imaju zlatna Srca
pa ih vade
da ih presada u sopstvene
grudi
ne bi li i oni tako bili ljudi
Gospodo tuzioci
suci i dzelati
ispisali ste mi svoje zapovesti
po zenicama
najfinijem staklu
Sto teze zivim,lakse cu umreti
Zasli ste mnogo u noc poodmaklu
ali uzalud cete lincovati
najgostoljubiviji narod na
planeti
(zbog cega cete goreti u paklu)
jer Ljudsko Srce
cudo nad cudima
nece da se primi u vasim grudima!
Mi se ne plasimo smrti
crne kuge
vec ropskog zivota i bolesti
duge
Smrt je cesta pojava medj
nama Srbina
kao sto su prolece
leto
jesen
zima
I nije strasnija
pogotovu danju
od suse
poplave
zemljotresa
mraza
kad je covek sretne na svome
imanju
okadjene duse i svetla obraza
Zlonamernici
siti i maniti
sve mi zabraniste u rodjenoj
kuci
al ne moze mi niko zabraniti
da pevam i da se smejem,umiruci
A to se vama vise ne dogadja
ni kad svadbujete
ni kad vam se radja!
Postedite me koca i konopca
i razapnite me na vrhu planina
kao vasi praoci sto su moga
praoca
Isusa Hrista Nazarecanina.
Ja cu da gledam
a vi zazmurite
Inace ce vam se oci rasprsnuti
od sjaja mog lica
Samo pozurite
Sto me pre razapnete
pre cu vaskrsnuti!
Dobrica Eric