Don Mclean - The Grave
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white
At the edge of his gravestone, he's gone
When the wars of our nation did beckon
A man barely twenty did answer the calling
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation, he's gone
But eternity knows him and it knows what we've done
And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry
And deep in the trench he waited for hours
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die
But the silence of night was shattered by fire
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One after another his comrades were slaughtered
In morgue of marines, alone standing there
He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear
They can't let me die, they can't let me die here
I'll cover myself with the mud and the earth
And I'll cover myself, I know I'm not brave
The earth
The earth
The earth
Is my grave
The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors
And the brown earth bleached white
At the edge of his gravestone, he's gone
Don Mclean - Grob (Serbian translation)
Na grobu gde su ga zakopali raslo je cveće
Zabačen na brdu u letnjim bojama
A crna zemlja je počela da svetli
Na ivici njegovog groba
Otišao je
Kada su ratovi naše nacije pozivali
Čovek hrabri, sa dvedeset leta je prihvatio poziv
Ponosan na istinu
U grudima mu je kucao srce patriote
Otišao je
Ali večnost ga je sustreo
I ona jedino zna šta smo učinili
I dok kiša pada poput bisera
Na lišće i na cveće
Ostavlja braon, mutno blato
Na mestu gde je bilo suvo
A duboko u rovu
Je čekao satima
Držeći pušku
I moleći se da ne umre
Ali tišina noći
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Od granata i od paljbe
Prokleto oštrih kroz vazduh
Jednog po jednog
Njegovi drugovi su bili ubijeni
U mrtvoj rupi
On je stojao sam
Sagnuo se što je više mogao
Tako nisko, pun straha
Ne mogu da me ubiju
Ne mogu da me ubiju ovde!
Prekriću sebe
Sa blatom i zemljom
Prekriću sebe
Znam, nisam hrabar
Zemlja, zemlja
Postade moj grob
Na grobu gde su ga zakopali raslo je cveće
Zabačen na brdu u letnjim bojama
A crna zemlja je počela da svetli
Na ivici njegovog groba
Otišao je