Moj otac partizan bio
My father was a partisan
A danas novine čita
But today, he reads newspapers
I šuti o svem što je snio
And keeps silent about his dreams
Nit' tuži, niti pita
He doesn't complain, doesn't ask
Crvenu zastavu vješa
He hangs the Red flag
Ponekad, o praznik samo
Rarely, only during holidays
I tiho, uz uzdah šapne
And whispers, over a sigh
Ja sam bio tamo
I was there too
I kad moj sin ga moli
And when my son asks him
Da igraju se rata
To play a game of war
Moj otac Švaba bude
My father is a German
A sin partizan k'o tata
And my son a partisan, like my dad
A ja ga ponekad pitam
Sometimes I ask him
Za IB i cijenu slobode
About the IB* and the price of freedom
Umorno odmahne rukom
Tired, he waves his hand
Zalijevati cvijeće ode
And leaves to water the flowers
I prolaze, prolaze dani
Days are passing one by one
Moj otac sve više moli
My father prays more and more
što ga to toliko rani
What is it that hurt him so much?
Što ga to tako boli
What is it that aches him so much?
Moj otac sve više šuti
My father is silent these days
I lovi ribe po Savi
He is fishing on the river Sava
Koliko tužnih misli
How many tearful thoughts
U dobroj, sijedoj glavi
Swarm in that good gray head
A ja mu s obale vičem
From the banks I shout
Koji ti je đavo?
What's wrong with you?
Ah, sine, mili sine
Oh, my son, my dear son
Gledaj u rijeku pravu
Look at the river before you
A ja mu s obale vičem
From the banks I shout
Za šta si život dav'o?
What have you been giving your life for?
Ah, sine, mili sine
Oh, my son, my dear son
Gledam niz rijeku pravo.
I'm looking down the river.