Ljubav Srba prema vojsci opevana u pesmi

Vojna parada u Beogradu je pokazala da rado ide Srbin u vojnike kako kaže rodoljubiva pesma iz 19 veka za koju je tekst napisao Vasa Živković a muziku komponovao Josif Runjanin

Rado ide Srbin u vojnike – Gladly does the Serb become a soldier

Tekst/Lyrics by: Vasa Živković (1819-1891)

Muzika/Composer: Josif Runjanin (1821-1878)

Rado ide Srbin u vojnike

Rado ide Srbin u vojnike
gde zelene bere lovorike.
Borba njemu zabava je draga,
još milije salomiti vraga.

Jer puščani prah
ne zadaje njemu strah.

Njega na boj mati
i nevesta prati.
Otac želi, sedi,
da vraga pobedi.

Napred ide s oružanom Srbin rukom,
a zimzelen vije mu se za klobukom.
Peva, kliče srpski sin,
pred njim strepi dušmanin.

Puška puca a topovi riču
a junaci oružani kliču:
„‘Ajte, Srbi, ‘ajte u vojnike
gde se kupe otadžbine dike.“

Kivni gazi vrag
našeg doma mili prag.

Na bojnome polju
gde s’ junaci kolju,
slave ber’te cveće
što uvenut’ neće.

Dok se naša miče snažna desna ruka,
propanuće crni dušman trista luka.

Kad zaželi sveti kralj,
uz put skače Srb, vitez!

(Napred ide srpski sin,
pred njim strepi dušmanin.)

— English Translation —

Gladly does the Serb become a soldier
which gathers laurel wreaths.
Combat is his dear amusement
which is greater when crushing the devil.

Because gunpowder
he does not fear. (x 2)

To battle his mother
and bride follow him.
Father sits and wishes
that he defeats the devil.

Forward goes the Serb armed,
while the wreath flutters on his hat.
The Serb son sings and cheers,
the enemy trembles before him.

The gun fires and the cannons roar
and armed heroes cheer:
„Come, Serbs, come to arms,
come where the pride of the fatherland gathers.“

The rancorous devil treads
upon the threshold of our home.

On the field of battle,
where the heroes slaughter one another,
pick the flowers of glory
which will never wither.

While our right hand swings,
the enemy will use up his weapons.

When the holy king demands it,
the knightly Serb will come.