Julia - Đorđe Balašević Übersetzung ins Englische

Julia

Tamburu mi prod'o Cigan
Slatkoreèiv i prefrigan
Èukununuk prosjaka i begova
Omakne se prst na struni
Nesretna me pesma zbuni
Ne znam dal' je moja ili njegova?
Nek me spali grom ko senjak ako ima šta za èim bi žalio
Proklet da je obešenjak... Tugu mi je s tamburom uvalio...

Darov'o mi knjigu rabin
Ubojitu k'o karabin
Ako umeš laž od laži probrati
Al' veæ odavno ne znam više dal' je èitam il' je pišem,
Ja zaustim a mudrac se obrati?
U mastiku suza kane
Muti èašu... Pa i dane zamuti
Ja sam sebe manji komad...
Veæi deo èini Nomad
A taj èudak nešto bunca...
Njemu nikad dosta sunca

Jablani tuže jalovi... I dok ih slušam
Uvek me hvata ritam jata... žal za jugom
Prolaze nebom ždralovi... I ova duša
I noæas ore tamo gore... Za tim plugom

Ukrao mi ljubav lopov
Sin doktorov unuk popov
Odveo je u Zemlju Bez Snegova
U snove mi bosa bane...
Pripretim joj da zastane
Dal' je u snu moja ili njegova?
I tako... Krckam dane k'o orase
Sta zagorèi ne mora se zagristi
Sejem svet kroz sitno sito... Tražim nešto naroèito
Pokajnika i begunca... Nekog s one strane sunca

Jablani tuže jalovi... I dok ih slušam
Uvek me hvata ritam jata... žal za jugom
Prolaze nebom ždralovi... I ova duša
I noæas ore tamo gore... Za tim plugom

Julia

My tambourine was sold to me by a gypsy
A sweet-tongued rogue and a cheat
He played it for beggars and lords
A string snapped under my finger
An ill-starred song plays in my head
I can't tell if it's mine or his
May lightning strike me like a haystack if there's anything left to regret
Damn the hangman... He brought sorrow to me with my tambourine...

A rabbi gave me a book
As deadly as a gun
If you can tell the truth from a lie
But I've long since forgotten if I'm reading it or writing it
I stop, and the wise man turns to me?
Tears fall into my ink
They cloud my vision... And the days too
I am less than a piece of myself...
A small part of a nomad
And that madman mutters something...
He can never get enough sun

The barren apple trees lament... And when I listen to them
I'm always filled with the rhythm of a flock... Yearning for the south
Cranes pass overhead... And this soul
Flies up there tonight... With that plow

A thief stole my love
The son of a doctor, the grandson of a priest
He took her to the Land of No Snow
She comes to me barefoot in my dreams...
I try to make her stop
Is she mine in my dreams, or his?
And so... I crack the days like nuts
What burns can't be bitten
I sift the world through a fine sieve... Looking for something special
A penitent and an exile... Someone from the other side of the sun

The barren apple trees lament... And when I listen to them
I'm always filled with the rhythm of a flock... Yearning for the south
Cranes pass overhead... And this soul
Flies up there tonight... With that plow