Tebi, samo Tebi, duša se uzvija,
Tvoje oko, Hriste, u tami joj sija.
Tvoje oko suzno, zbog stradanja njenih,
blista joj u spletu, staza zapletenih.
Tvoje oko toplo, kupa je toplinom,
i puni je tajno, nebeskom milinom.
Ljudska duša, Hriste, ovca Tvoga stada
u svetskom trnjaku, kleca i propada.
Ti si Pastir Dobri, okom za njom slediš,
brižljivo i blago, od trnja je drešiš.
Zato Tebi duša, spletena u mreži,
Tebi, samo Tebi, danonoćno teži!
Stešnjena u telo, u pretesna kola,
Duša se previja, i jeca od bola.
Iz Carstva je boljeg, i svetlijeg pala,
i robinja sveta, varljivog postala.
Zato Tebi duša, spletena u mreži,
Tebi, samo Tebi, danonoćno teži!
U Tebi je mudrost, u Tebi je snaga,
U Tebi je ljubav, lekovita blaga.
U Tebi je radost, i pesma Očeva
Što i ljudska dusa, želi da zapeva.
Zato Tebi duša, spletena u mreži,
Tebi, samo Tebi, danonoćno teži!
There is power in a factory, power in the land
Power in the hands of a worker
But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand
There is power in a Union
Now the lessons of the past were all learned with workers' blood
The mistakes of the bosses we must pay for
From the cities and the farmlands to trenches full of mud
War has always been the bosses' way, sir
The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
With our brothers and our sisters from many far off lands
There is power in a Union
Now I long for the morning that they realise
Brutality and unjust laws can not defeat us
But who'll defend the workers who cannot organise
When the bosses send their lackies out to cheat us?
Money speaks for money, the Devil for his own
Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone
What a comfort to the widow, a light to the child
There is power in a Union
The Union forever defending our rights
Down with the blackleg, all workers unite
With our brothers and our sisters together we will stand
There is power in a Union.
Life has been unfaithful
And it all promised so so much
I am a relic
I am just a petrified cry
Wheeled out once a year, a cenotaph souvenir
The applause nails down my silence
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I see liberals
I am just a fashion accessory
People send postcards
And they all hope I'm feeling well
I retreat into self-pity, it's so easy
Where they patronise my misery
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
I sold my medal
It paid a bill
It sells at market stalls
Parades Milan catwalks
Oh, the sadness will never go
Will never go away
Baby it's here to stay
La tristesse durera
Scream to a sigh, to a sigh
