Nema Saše oj Jovane sedi

"Нема Саше ој Јоване седи"
Song by Жељко Самарџић - Панонац
from the album Српске патриотске песме
English title	Saša is No More, Oh Gray-Haired Jovo
Released	1993 (1993)
Genre	Novokompovana
Length	4:49
Label	Jugohit
Producer(s)	ЛУКА ТЕШИЋ

"Nema Saše oj Jovane sedi" (Serbian Cyrillic: "Нема Саше ој Јоване седи", lit. "Saša is No More, Oh Gray Jovan") is a song written and performed by Željko Samardžić Panonac.

Music and lyrics

The song opens up with a poem with the accompaniment of a Gusle. This segment establishes the character "Jovo", an old Serb who has survived war and ends with the mention of his grandson Saša going to war. The song brings the revelation that Saša and many other Serbs died fighting, with his family grieving their loss.

Lyrics

Lyrics: Đede Jovo, ti Srbine stari Šta te snađe u starine dane? Nož komšija u srce ti zari Prađedovske ozledi ti rane Kokarda ti opet na Šubari Đede Jovo, ti Srbine stari Ti si, Jovo, poreklom od Tića Od Đačića, okolo Nikšića A glava si ponosnih Tešića Iz Tikvarića, pored Milića Tebe život milovao nije Beše radost a i tuga pusta Nikada se požalio nisi A osmoro ti odhrani usta Rodila je tvoja ćerka Rada Sina Sašu srpskog borca mlada Krenuo je retke brade Saša Zemlju svoju branit od ustaša Jovo, brate, evo crnih mrana Zar nemaju nikog osim nas Evo opet idu sa svih strana Tebi jovo nose crni glas Dok te gledam srce mi se ledi Oj dušmane ubio vas Bog Nema Saše oj Jovane sedi Krajišnika i unuka tvog Srpske muke, oko Banja luke Uvek bilo mnogo to se zna Plači jovo drhtave ti ruke Plače nebo, plače Krajina Plače Rada, plače otac Boro Tuga im je dugo kako grob Zar si sine poginuti moro? Oj dušmani ubio vas Bog

Lyrics (English): Grandfather Jovo, you old Serb What finds you in your old days? A knife your neighbour stabs in your heart Great-grandfathers wounds hurt you A cockade is again on your Šubara Grandfather Jovo, you old Serb You, Jovo, are a descendant of Tića Of Đačić around Nikšić And you are the head of the proud Tešićs Out of Tikravić by Milić Life was not easy on you There was joy, and there was sole sorrow Yet you never complained Having to feed eight mouths Your daughter Rada birthed a son, Saša A young Serb fighter Saša's sparse beard set off to defend his land from Ustaše Jovo, brother, here are the black crows Like they don't have anyone other than us They again come from all sides Bringing bad news to you, Jovo As I watch you, my heart freezes Oh enemies, may God kill you! Saša is no more, oh grey-haired Jovan The Krajišnik and grandson of yours Serbian suffering around Banja Luka It was always known there was a lot of it Jovo is crying, his hands are shaking Heaven is crying, Krajina is crying Rada is cyring, father Boro is crying Their sorrow is as long as a grave Did you, son, have to die? Oh enemies, may God kill you!