Čuli su od oca
They heard from their father
videli od brata
They saw from their brother
pravili su puške
They made rifles
Zamagli se nebo
The sky dims
nad decom u travi
Above children that are in the grass
puče prava puška
A real rifle shot
i rat poče pravi
And a real war started
Da ostanu deca
To remain children
kada rat su sreli
When they faced war
nisu više mogli
They couldn't anymore
ili nisu hteli
Or didn't want to
Prava puška puca
The real rifle shoots
pravi oganj žeže
The real hearthstone crackles
pobegla bi deca
The children would run away
al’ ljudi ne beže
But people don't run away
Nek nas sete ove slike
May these pictures remind us
na tu decu, na te đake
Of those children, of those schoolchildren
što su mali, mali za vojnike
That are small, small to be soldiers
a veliki za junake
But big for heros
Crna mračna sila
Dark black power
u susret im kreće
Is coming at them
plakala bi deca
The children would run away
al’ vojnici neće
But soldiers don't run away
Dok su bili đaci
When they were students
što šta nisu znali
They didn't know various things
na ispitu ovom
On this test
mnogi su i pali
Many failed [/fell]