pucali su na prelijepe žene They Shot at the Most Beautiful Women

[Strofa 1]
Došli su s novcem, bez srca, bez srama,
u grad pod vatrom, pod snijegom, pod ranama.
Bogati ljudi, a duše im jadne,
kupili nišan da gledaju gladne.

Kažu: cijena za dijete, cijena za ženu,
cijena za trudnu, za krv na kamenu.
Siromah hoda, bogataš ga mjeri,
Sarajevo gori, a monstrum se smiješi.

[Predrefren]
Ko broji marke dok majka plače?
Ko plaća smrt da se osjeća jače?
Sa brda gledaju, hladni kô led,
u gradu ispod — čovjek, ne plijen.

[Refren]
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na oči grada, na ruke nevine.
Pucali su, a zlato je sjalo,
koliko košta srce što je palo?

Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na djecu, na sjene, na snove slomljene.
Nije to lov, nije to rat,
to je bogataški put u mrak.

[Strofa 2]
Alpha, lovac, gospodin iz salona,
u džepu pasoš, na ruci skupa zona.
Beta, trgovac, smije se u mraku,
traži bolji pogled, bolju metu, bolju ranu.

Gamma šuti, plaća bez riječi,
da tuđu smrt u svom životu liječi.
A dole žena vodu kući nosi,
ne zna da je neko već u nišanu prosi.

[Predrefren]
Ko piše cijenu na ljudskom dahu?
Ko pravi zabavu od dječijeg strahu?
Sa brda gledaju, hladni kô led,
u gradu ispod — čovjek, ne plijen.

[Refren]
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na oči grada, na ruke nevine.
Pucali su, a zlato je sjalo,
koliko košta srce što je palo?

Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na djecu, na sjene, na snove slomljene.
Nije to lov, nije to rat,
to je bogataški put u mrak.

[Most]
Sto hiljada za tišinu,
devedeset za mladost,
osamdeset za tijelo
što nije tražilo rat.

Nema cijene za majku,
nema cijene za grad,
nema cijene za dušu
kad se proda za metak.

[Govoreno]
Nisu došli zbog zastave.
Nisu došli zbog vjere.
Došli su jer su mogli platiti
da pucaju u one koji nisu mogli pobjeći.

[Završni refren]
Pucali su na najljepše žene,
al’ nisu ubili ime Sarajeva.
Pucali su, nek ih historija pamti,
kao bogate zvijeri u ljudskoj koži.

Pucali su na najljepše žene,
na djecu, na sjene, na snove slomljene.
Nije to lov, nije to rat,
to je bogataški put u mrak.

[Outro — zbor]
Sarajevo pamti.
Sarajevo diše.
Njihovo zlato
ne vrijedi ništa.

[Verse 1]
They came with money, without heart, without shame,
to a city under fire, under snow, under wounds.
Rich men with wretched souls,
they bought a gunsight to watch the hungry.

They say: a price for a child, a price for a woman,
a price for a pregnant one, for blood on the stone.
A poor man walks, a rich man takes his measure,
Sarajevo burns, and the monster smiles.

[Pre-Chorus]
Who counts the marks while a mother cries?
Who pays for death to feel more powerful?
From the hills they watch, cold as ice,
in the city below — a human being, not prey.

[Chorus]
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at the eyes of the city, at innocent hands.
They shot, and the gold was gleaming —
how much does a fallen heart cost?

They shot at the most beautiful women,
at children, at shadows, at broken dreams.
This is not a hunt, this is not a war,
it’s a rich man’s road into the dark.

[Verse 2]
Alpha, the hunter, a gentleman from the salon,
a passport in his pocket, a pricey watch on his wrist.
Beta, the dealer, laughing in the dark,
looking for a better view, a better target, a better wound.

Gamma keeps quiet, pays without a word,
to treat his own life with someone else’s death.
And down below a woman carries water home,
not knowing someone’s crosshairs already court her.

[Pre-Chorus]
Who writes a price on a human breath?
Who makes entertainment out of a child’s fear?
From the hills they watch, cold as ice,
in the city below — a human being, not prey.

[Chorus]
They shot at the most beautiful women,
at the eyes of the city, at innocent hands.
They shot, and the gold was gleaming —
how much does a fallen heart cost?

They shot at the most beautiful women,
at children, at shadows, at broken dreams.
This is not a hunt, this is not a war,
it’s a rich man’s road into the dark.

[Bridge]
A hundred thousand for silence,
ninety for youth,
eighty for a body
that never asked for war.

There is no price for a mother,
no price for a city,
no price for a soul
once it’s sold for a bullet.

[Spoken]
They didn’t come for a flag.
They didn’t come for a faith.
They came because they could pay
to shoot at those who could not run.

[Final Chorus]
They shot at the most beautiful women,
but they did not kill the name of Sarajevo.
They shot — let history remember them
as rich beasts in human skin.

They shot at the most beautiful women,
at children, at shadows, at broken dreams.
This is not a hunt, this is not a war,
it’s a rich man’s road into the dark.

[Outro — choir]
Sarajevo remembers.
Sarajevo breathes.
Their gold
is worth nothing.