Boza zvani Pub - Đorđe Balašević Übersetzung ins Englische

Boza zvani Pub

Ovo je priča koju vrlo rado pričam,
To je priča o Boži zvanom "Pub".
Jedni ga hvale, drugi žale, treći kažu: "E, moj brale,
Taj je bio kvaran kao šupalj zub".

Odavde pa sve do Pešte i do Srema na jugu
Jos priča bajke o njemu mutni kockarski krug
I kažu: "Taj u životu nije igr o na dug!"
I svi se slažu kako danas nema takvih kao Boža Pub.

Negde je imao imanje, to se znalo, više - manje,
Mada o tom nije prič o ni za lek.
Treb o je biti veterinar, al je ter o neki inat,
Pa je živeo od kocke ceo vek.

O, taj je pratio karte ko da vidi kroz njih.
I uvek ladan kao špricer, uvek opasno tih,
I samo kad tera maler on bi rekao stih.
I svi još pamte reči kojim maler tera Boža zvani Pub.

Džaba vam novci moji sinovci, džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
I pogledi čvrsti i lepljivi prsti, ja ipak varam malo bolje.

E, pa da!

Al karta je kurva, izvin te me što psujem,
Jer ja samo pričam onako kako čujem.
I ako su lagali mene i ja lažem vas.

Tu priču zna svako, od vraga do popa,
Jer mnogi su mangupi ostali tropa.
Kockar se krije i čuči u svakom od nas
I čeka pravi čas.

Jednom se karto s nekim ruskim emigrantom,
To je bio lihvar, bogat kao knez.
Igr o je i upravnik pošte zvani Ljupče od milošte
I neki švercer kog je jurio sav srez.

U, to je partija bila, jos se priča o njoj,
Kibiceri u transu, ladan probija znoj.
Na stolu kamara para, da ne spominjem broj,
I povuk o je damu na osamn est, mrtav ladan, Boža zvani Pub.

A znate li za ono kad je s izvesnim baronom
Igr o četir dana? To je bio rat!
Išle ga stalno karte jake pa je odn o i fijaker,
Crnog konja, tabakeru, štap i sat.

Baron je pričao posle da je špil bio star,
Da je previše pio, da ga poneo žar!
Ma, svi što gube se ljute, to je poznata stvar,
A svako gubi bar ponekad ali nikad Boža zvani Pub.

Džaba vam novci moji sinovci, džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
I pogledi čvrsti i lepljivi prsti, ja ipak varam malo bolje.

E, pa da!

Al karta je kurva, izvin te me što psujem,
Jer ja samo pričam onako kako čujem.
I ako su lagali mene i ja lažem vas.

Tu priču zna svako, od vraga do popa,
Jer mnogi su mangupi ostali tropa.
Kockar se krije i čuči u svakom od nas
I čeka pravi čas.

Sa švalerske strane nije spad o u Tarzane,
Al daleko od tog da je bio zec.
Im o je neke tu i tamo, al svi vrlo dobro znamo
Da kod žena igra neki peti kec.

Ljubav je igra u kojoj često ne pali blef,
Srce se otvara teže nego najbolji sef.
Im o je on svoje dame: karo, pik, herc i tref,
I bio im je veran sve do sudnjeg dana Boža zvani Pub.

Gospodo draga, on je nestao bez traga
I to celoj priči daje čudan ton.
Neki se džambasi kleli da su kod Sombora sreli
Jednog tipa što je bio isti on.

Možda ga odvela karta čak u Prag ili Beč.
Već dugo niko o njemu nije čuo ni reč.
Dal se još drži na svetu il je predao meč
Pa s anđelima na vrh neba igra raub, preferans i ajnc?

Džaba vam novci moji sinovci, džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
I pogledi čvrsti i lepljivi prsti, ja ipak varam malo bolje.

E, pa da!

Al karta je kurva, izvin te me što psujem,
Jer ja samo pričam onako kako čujem.
I ako su lagali mene i ja lažem vas.

Tu priču zna svako, od vraga do popa,
Jer mnogi su mangupi ostali tropa.
Kockar se krije i čuči u svakom od nas.

Boza, known as Pub

This is a story I love to tell,
It's the story of Boza, known as "Pub".
Some praise him, others lament, some say: "Oh, brother,
He was as crooked as a hollow tooth".

From here all the way to Pest and south to Srem,
The murky gambling circle still tells tales of him
And they say: "That guy never played on credit in his life!"
And everyone agrees that there are no men like Boza Pub today.

He had some property somewhere, that was known, more or less,
Although he never talked about it, not for a penny.
He should have been a veterinarian, but he held some kind of grudge,
So he lived his whole life off gambling.

Oh, he followed the cards like he could see through them.
And always cool as a spritzer, always dangerously quiet,
And only when he was pushing his luck would he say a verse.
And everyone still remembers the words Boza, known as Pub, used to push his luck.

Your money is in vain, my nephews, your good intentions are in vain.
And firm looks and sticky fingers, I still cheat a little better.

Oh, yeah!

But a card is a whore, forgive me for swearing,
Because I only speak as I hear.
And if they lied to me, I'm lying to you too.

Everyone knows this story, from the devil to the priest,
Because many hustlers have been left empty-handed.
A gambler hides and crouches in each of us
And waits for the right moment.

Once he played cards with a Russian emigrant,
He was a loan shark, rich as a prince.
The postmaster, nicknamed Ljupče, also played
And some smuggler who was wanted by the whole district.

Oh, that was a game, people still talk about it,
Kibitzers in a trance, a cold sweat breaks through.
A pile of money on the table, not to mention the number,
And Boza, known as Pub, drew a queen on eighteen-sixteen, cool as a cucumber.

And do you know about the time when he played with a certain baron
For four days? That was a war!
He kept getting strong cards, so he took the carriage,
The black horse, the snuffbox, the cane and the watch.

The Baron later said that the deck was old,
That he drank too much, that he was carried away by the heat!
Well, everyone who loses gets angry, that's a known fact,
And everyone loses at least sometimes, but never Boza, known as Pub.

Your money is in vain, my nephews, your good intentions are in vain.
And firm looks and sticky fingers, I still cheat a little better.

Oh, yeah!

But a card is a whore, forgive me for swearing,
Because I only speak as I hear.
And if they lied to me, I'm lying to you too.

Everyone knows this story, from the devil to the priest,
Because many hustlers have been left empty-handed.
A gambler hides and crouches in each of us
And waits for the right moment.

On the romantic side, he wasn't exactly Tarzan,
But far from being a rabbit.
He had some here and there, but we all know very well
That some fifth ace plays with women.

Love is a game where bluffing often doesn't work,
The heart opens harder than the best safe.
He had his ladies: diamonds, spades, hearts and clubs,
And Boza, known as Pub, was faithful to them until his dying day.

Dear gentlemen, he disappeared without a trace
And that gives the whole story a strange tone.
Some card sharps swore they met near Sombor
A guy who was just like him.

Maybe the cards took him all the way to Prague or Vienna.
No one has heard a word about him for a long time.
Whether he's still holding on in the world or has surrendered the match
And plays robber, preference and ace with the angels at the top of heaven?

Your money is in vain, my nephews, your good intentions are in vain.
And firm looks and sticky fingers, I still cheat a little better.

Oh, yeah!

But a card is a whore, forgive me for swearing,
Because I only speak as I hear.
And if they lied to me, I'm lying to you too.

Everyone knows this story, from the devil to the priest,
Because many hustlers have been left empty-handed.
A gambler hides and crouches in each of us.