Devojčice vrište/Girls scream

Posvećeno stradalim u bombardovanju škole za devojčice Shajareh Tayyebeh u gradu Minab, na jugu Irana, što je rezultiralo smrću najmanje 165 do 175 osoba, uglavnom devojčica uzrasta od 7 do 12 godina.

Dok svet gori u imperijalističkom razaranju koje preti da smo svi mi samo topovsko meso za njihove ciljeve, prisećamo se reči B. Brehta koji kaže „Neće se govoriti: vremena su bila mračna. Nego: zašto su njihovi pesnici ćutali?“

Sa takvim duhom, sa neizmernim užasom postojanja, pred vas stavljamo pesmu Devojčice vrište.

Probudimo solidarnost i ljubav u nama, da spasimo čovečanstvo užasa koji nam sprema.

Da živi otpor, da se sloboda rodi!

Dedicated to the victims of the bombing of the Shajareh Tayyebeh School for Girls in the city of Minab, southern Iran, which resulted in the deaths of at least 165 to 175 people, mostly girls between the ages of 7 and 12.

As the world burns in imperialist destruction that threatens to make us all mere cannon fodder for their purposes, we recall the words of B. Brecht who says "They will not speak: the times were dark. Rather: why were their poets silent?"

With such a spirit, with the immeasurable horror of existence, we present before you the song Girls scream.

Let's awaken solidarity and love in us, to save humanity from the horror that it has in store for us.

Long live the resistance, let freedom be born!

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devojčice vrište

početak zakopan pod ruševinama

devojčice u večnosti vrište

za dašak sunca

poj vetra

za vodu i mir

krv crvena da peva

i zemlja slobodna da pleše

predugo su nam oči mračne

mi želimo iz ambisa

braćo i sestre robovi!

u pesmi ustali

iz plamena rođeni

zbog dece sa olovom stopljene

tkiva razorenog ratom

ovo je čas!

da lomimo

kandže okova vlasništva

da presečemo

niz bombi bez kraja

o, o-smelimo se, roblje voljeno

dok nas vakuum ne proždere

u snove

dece sahranjene

u korake

nikad napravljene

vreme je

da se ne pitamo

dokle više.

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girls scream

beginning buried beneath the ruins

girls are screaming in eternity

for a glimpse of sun

song of wind

for water and peace

for red blood to sing

and earth to dance in freedom

for too long our eyes are dark

we want to step away from the ambyss,

slave brothers and sisters!

from song risen

from fire born

because of the children melted with lead

tissue devastated with war

this is the moment!

to break

claws of shackles of ownership

to cut down

never ending bombs

oh, let us dare, beloved slaves

until vacuum devours us

in dreams

of buried children

in steps

never taken

it is time

to stop wondering

how much longer.