Ljubio sam snašu na salašu - Đorđe Balašević Übersetzung ins Englische

Ljubio sam snašu na salašu

E, baš sam onomad razmišlj'o od čega pravidu tambure, pa sam pit'o i, i Mitu, i Proku, i onog Mileta Devića, birtaša, zna li kogod, pa niko nije znao da mi kaže.
A onda mislim, na posletku, nije to baš tako zdravo ni važno.
Jer, evo, i ova moja tambura, i stara i bog zna kakva, i zvoni i zveči, a opet svira.
Pa ću probati sada na njoj da vam odsviram, pa mog'o bih kas'ti da ispripovedam šta mi se jedared desilo kad sam išao u Iđoš na vašar, a još sam deran bio.

Krenem ti ja jedared u Iđoš, bio tamo neki vašar.
Sad, jel' vašar, jel' sajam, baš ne mogu tačno da se setim.
Al' šta bilo da bilo, baba mi je dao nešto novaca, šta sam ja onda mogao imati, jedno osamnaest, devetnaest godina, uveliko sam se momčio već po sokacima, pa mi je baba rekao: "
Na sine para, idi u Iđoš i kupi kakvog lepog konja.
Ne marim kakvog, sad, jel' ždrepca, jel' pastuva, jel' ajgira, samo kobile nemoj!" E baš tako mi je rekao.
Baba nikad nije mlogo baš voleo kobile.
Sad sam ga i ja razum'o, otkad sam odrastao.

I tako sam krenuo, pa sam hteo nekom prečicom, preko polja.
Nisam se setio onog što kažu: preko preče – naokolo bliže.
Ono bilo letno doba, što bi kaz'li Englezi, Summer time, when the living is easy, tu negde preobraženije, mož' biti tako, devetnaesti, dvadeseti avgust mesec.
Sunce odskočilo, podne, a od tog druma ni traga ni glasa.
Kanda da sam zalutao.
Bogami, kanda da sam zalutao.
A gladan i žedan i umoran.
Još mi je mati kazla: "
Ponesi štagod za jelo". "
Ta", reko, "mani mati, naopako, šta ću nosit, tu za dva sata, časom ću ja".
Al', vraga, baš mi je falilo.

I vidim, neki salaš se beli u senci oraja.
Sad, jesu l' bili kokosovi oraji ili kakvi drugi, to ne mogu da se setim, al', reko', 'ajd da svratim, sad što, šta me košta?
Valjda će mi dati parče 'leba i masti i malo aleve paprike odgore, pa ondak čašu vode, a nad'o sam se i kakav tanak špricer, što Mađari kažu "
Hozsu lepes", a to na mađarskom znači "dugačak korak".

I kad sam došao na taj salaš, prvo što sam video, na astalu cipovka 'leba bela, vidilo se da je frišak, onako, reš malko.
A po avliji svuda trčidu pilići, brojleri oni što se zovu.
Lepo i dan – danas vidim kako onako po avliji se muvaju levo – desno.
Odškrinita vrata od pušnice.
A tu... E, divota jedna!
Odma' ogladnim kad se toga setim.
Šunke, slanine, a znaš koje slanine?
One 'nako što ima red slanine pa red šunke, pa red slanine pa red šunke, pa tako jedno pet – šest puta, ti redovi.
Pa ondak, ondak džigernjače, pa švargle, pa krvavice... A dole jedno plekano bure puno čvaraka i droždina.
Što bi kaz'li Japanci, ikebana, prava ikebana.
Ništa mene to nije, što bi kazl'o, onako, taklo, iako sam bio gladan k'o vrag.
E, već neka plava snaša što se muvala levo – desno po avliji i 'ranila već pomenute, one – piliće...

Da sam tada im'o kuću i njivu,
Pet – šest svinja i bar jednu kravu,
I avliju, u njoj jabuku il' šljivu
Uz'o bih tu snašu plavu.

Pitam: "
Jel', di su ti baba i mati?"
Ona reče mi ovako:
Baba do utorka neće da se vrati,
A s materom ćemo lako!"

Pa, da te ne sla'em, za jedno frtalj sata, u vr' glave...

Ljubio sam snašu na salašu, strasno,
Beše mirisna k'o majska ruža.
Rekla mi je konačno, al' suviše kasno,
Kako ima brkatog muža.

Tek tad videh iza plasta sena
S nekim vilama muža njena.
On mi reče: "
Jel' ti, vandrokašu,
Pušćaj o'ma moju snašu!"

A pre toga, sad, jel' sekundu, jel' dve, ne znam...

Ljubio sam snašu na salašu, strasno,
Beše mirisna k'o majska ruža.
Rekla mi je konačno, al' suviše kasno,
Kako ima brkatog muža.

Kad već ja nisam prevrn'o, bud'te bar vi sad tako pametni pa prevrn'te ploču, jer sa druge strane ima još, šta je posle bilo.

Od tog doba u vasioni su se odigrale mloge neverovatne pojave.
Eto, baš onomad sam čitao, ta Kohoteklova kometla, i sve te zvezde sas repom, pa ondak onaj Bermudski troug'o 'di na čudan način nestajadu silni avioni i brodovi.
Tol'ko brodova nestalo tamo da se ja već malko brinem i za Slavonski Brod da mu se šta ne desi.
Pa ondak Rusi u kosmosu, pa, ne znam, Amerikanci u kosmosu, pa Kinezi u kosmosu, pa Bogićević u Ko... Pa svi u kosmosu.
Čudo jedno!

A to sam sve kaz'o samo da bi malko ilustrovao, ovako, ta mistika i to, šta se sve dešava, jer ja šta god sam zamišlj'o, šta god sam sanjao, to sve mi se ostvarilo.
Sve mi se baš ostvarilo.
Eto, onomad mi baš umro tetak, iz Gospođinaca, i ostavio mi dvanaest jutara zemlje, ritske, znaš kakve?
Kažu navodnjavaj, ne znam, đubri, prskaj, ovo, ono, 'ibridi... Ma kakvi, znaš kakva je ovo zemlja?
Tu kad bi dugmad posej'o opet bi nešto niklo.
Ja ti kažem – tu bi mog'o sejati i kikiriki, i artičokle, ondak ono, ono drvo što crnci pravidu lebac od njega.
I, čudo jedno, pa sve bi tu izraslo.
Takva zemlja.

A u selu – dve kuće.
Jedna baš na glavnom sokaku.
Da ti ne kažem ni kako se zove sokak, ni koji je broj od kuće, al' kad dođeš, odma' ćeš videti.
Odma', odma' se to vidi.
Eej, šest pendžera sas ulice, od toga četiri kibicfensteri, pa onako, kad metnem muškatle, a zimi kad nema nikakvog drugog cveća, ondak one zimske ruže, sitne, one žute, što lepo onako mirišu, pa divota da ljudi prolaze pa sve gledaju pa govore: "
Ju što je lepo, ju što je divno!", i još svašta govore.
Kako i ne bi.
Druga kuća mi tu, čelo crkve, isto na lakat, isto je lepa i puna k'o oko, samo što je sa slamenim krovom.
Al' ne mari, tu mi sad baba živi i mati.

A salaš, e, pitaš kol'ki mi je.
Ne bih ti mog'o kaz'ti kol'ki je.
I ja sam voleo da znam pa sam onomad zvao geometra, čak iz Šegedina da izmeri al' nije mogao siroma', na polak se onesvestio.
Eto.
Ne može to odjedared.
Al' evo, da uzmeš konja ujutru, al' dobrog konja, pa uzjašeš pa jašeš, i, jašeš i jašeš, do uveče, znaš, i uveče i tebi i konju dosta, i mislite, "
Gdi smo i krenuli da jašemo?" – a još ste na mom salašu.
Eto, tol'ki je.

U štali – šest konja.
četir' ova, sto ih prežem, sad, jel' u taljige jel' kad orem, ili tako štagođ.
A dva bela, ona paradoša, samo kad je, kad su neki svečari, jel' u zimu, tu tako oko Svetog Jovana, kad ih upregnem u saonice, pa s praporcima, pa – divota jedna.

Krava imam petnaest komada i to simentalke, one 'olandske.
Znaš kakve su?
K'o iz opateke da su izašle.
Da staneš pa da gledaš, da kažeš: "
E, ove sigurno nosidu tetrapak mleko!", takve su.
A nije, nose obično mleko k'o i naše krave, samo što su takve čiste, k'o sa čokolade, sa onih slika, mlečne čokolade i tako, divota jedna.

Svinja imam dvajes'-pet komada jorkšir i dvajes'-pet komada, sad, jel', berkšir il' bert lankaster, ne znam, uvek tu brkam od ta dva imena.
Pa imam nešto i mangurica, imam i prasica.
Živine?
Tol'ko živine nisi vid'o.
Da naranim polak Afrike.
Znaš šta je: ćuraka i moraka i pataka i gusaka, jesam još štagod zaboravio – svejedno, imam svega.
Pa to sam probao sas digitronom da izbrojim kol'ko imam pa mi iskočio osigurač, ne moš'!
Al' vidi ovako, na primer: nekad se probudim, pogledam kroz pendžer, pa reko': "
Ju, sneg pao!", znaš, beli se salaš.
Pa ondak mislim, pa ne može biti sneg, naopako, letno doba, kakvi sneg?!
A ono – jaja po salašu!
I ne možeš skupiti.
Unajmim mobu da skuplja jaja, pa ne može, dok skupim, opet polak mućkovi.

Imam nešto i novaca, nije da nemam.
Ne bi voleo o tom da pričam, kol'ko imam i gdi ih držim.

Samo, znaš, da ti kažem o'ma', slabo meni vajda od svega toga što sam ti nabrojao.
Znaš, kad tako nekad uleto, kad opali kakva omorina, a ja se prevrćem levo – desno po onoj dunji, pa ne mogu da zaspim, znaš, pa onda izađem na kong, pa sednem na basamke, pa gledam u zvezde i mislim: "
Otac mu i te zvezde, kol'ko toga ima – ne možeš to ni izbrojati, čudo jedno!" Da!

E, viš, ondak se s mlogo tuge setim...

Ljubio sam snašu na salašu, strasno,
Beše mirisna k'o majska ruža.
Rekla mi je konačno, al' suviše kasno,
Za tog njenog brkatog muža.

Eh, da ga je tamni vek moj zacrnio, kad sam ga i video i kad je došao i sve... A sad, šta bilo da bilo...)

... muža.

I Kissed the Daughter-in-Law at the Farm

Well, just the other day I was thinking about what they make tamburitzas from, so I asked Mita, and Proka, and that Mileta Dević, the barkeeper, if anyone knew, but no one could tell me.
And then I thought, in the end, it's not really that important.
Because, here, even this old tambura of mine, God knows what kind it is, it rings and rattles, but it still plays.
So I'll try to play it for you now, and then I could tell you a story about what happened to me once when I went to Iđoš to the fair, back when I was just a young lad.

I set off for Iđoš once, there was some kind of fair there.
Now, whether it was a fair or a market, I can't quite remember.
But whatever it was, my grandfather gave me some money, what could I have had then, eighteen, nineteen years old, I was already a young man running around the streets, so my grandfather told me: "
Here's some money, son, go to Iđoš and buy a nice horse.
I don't care what kind, now, whether it's a colt, a stallion, or a gelding, just don't get a mare!" That's exactly what he told me.
Grandfather never really liked mares much.
Now I understand him too, since I've grown up.

And so I set off, and I wanted to take a shortcut, across the fields.
I didn't remember the saying: the shortest way round is the longest way home.
It was summertime, as the English would say, Summertime, when the living is easy, somewhere around the Transfiguration, maybe so, the nineteenth, twentieth of August.
The sun was high in the sky, midday, and there was no sign of that road.
It seems I got lost.
Indeed, it seems I got lost.
And I was hungry and thirsty and tired.
My mother even told me: "
Take something to eat". "
Ah", I said, "come on, mother, don't be silly, why would I carry anything, it's only two hours away, I'll be there in no time".
But, damn, I really needed it.

And I see, a farm is shining white in the shade of walnut trees.
Now, whether they were coconut walnuts or some other kind, I can't remember, but I said, 'let me stop by, what does it cost me?'
They'll probably give me a piece of bread and lard with some red pepper on top, then a glass of water, and I was hoping for a thin spritzer, what the Hungarians call "
Hosszú lépés", which in Hungarian means "long step".

And when I came to that farm, the first thing I saw, on the table, a loaf of white bread, you could see it was fresh, just slightly sliced.
And all over the yard, chickens were running around, those broiler chickens.
I can still clearly see them today, how they were scurrying around the yard, left and right.
The door to the smokehouse was ajar.
And there... Oh, what a sight!
I get hungry just thinking about it.
Hams, bacons, and you know what kind of bacons?
Those ones that have a layer of bacon and then a layer of ham, then a layer of bacon and then a layer of ham, like that five or six times, those layers.
And then, then liver sausages, and blood sausages, and... And down below, a colorful barrel full of cracklings and greaves.
As the Japanese would say, ikebana, a real ikebana.
None of that really touched me, you know, even though I was hungry as hell.
Well, there was this blonde daughter-in-law who was moving around the yard and feeding the aforementioned chickens...

If I had a house and a field back then,
Five or six pigs and at least one cow,
And a yard, with an apple or plum tree in it,
I would have taken that blonde daughter-in-law.

I asked: "
Where are your grandfather and mother?"
She told me this:
Grandfather won't be back until Tuesday,
And with mother, we'll manage easily!"

Well, to cut a long story short, within fifteen minutes, at the most...

I kissed the daughter-in-law at the farm, passionately,
She was as fragrant as a May rose.
She finally told me, but it was too late,
That she had a mustachioed husband.

Only then did I see behind the haystack
Her husband with a pitchfork.
He said to me: "
You vagabond,
Let go of my daughter-in-law right now!"

And before that, now, whether it was a second or two, I don't know...

I kissed the daughter-in-law at the farm, passionately,
She was as fragrant as a May rose.
She finally told me, but it was too late,
That she had a mustachioed husband.

Since I haven't flipped it, at least you be so smart and flip the record now, because there's more on the other side, what happened next.

Since that time, many unbelievable things have happened in the universe.
Just the other day I was reading about that Kohoutek's comet, and all those stars with tails, and then that Bermuda Triangle where countless airplanes and ships disappear in a strange way.
So many ships have disappeared there that I'm already a little worried about Slavonski Brod, that something might happen to it.
And then the Russians in space, and, I don't know, the Americans in space, and the Chinese in space, and Bogićević in Ko... Well, everyone's in space.
It's a miracle!

And I said all that just to illustrate a bit, you know, the mystique and all, what's happening, because whatever I imagined, whatever I dreamed, it all came true.
It all came true.
Just the other day, my uncle from Gospođinci died and left me twelve acres of land, fertile land, you know what kind?
They say irrigate, I don't know, fertilize, spray, this, that, hybrids... Come on, do you know what kind of land this is?
If you sowed buttons here, something would still grow.
I'm telling you - you could sow peanuts here, and artichokes, and then that, that tree that black people make bread from.
And, it's a miracle, everything would grow here.
That's the kind of land it is.

And in the village - two houses.
One right on the main street.
I won't tell you the name of the street or the house number, but when you come, you'll see it right away.
Right away, you can see it right away.
Hey, six windows facing the street, four of them bay windows, and like that, when I put geraniums in them, and in winter when there are no other flowers, then those small yellow winter roses that smell so nice, it's a delight, people pass by and look and say: "
Oh, how beautiful, oh, how wonderful!", and they say all sorts of things.
And why wouldn't they.
My second house is there, near the church, also beautiful and full of everything, only it has a thatched roof.
But that's okay, my grandfather and mother live there now.

And the farm, well, you're asking how big it is.
I couldn't tell you how big it is.
I wanted to know too, so I called a surveyor, even from Szeged, to measure it, but the poor man couldn't, he almost fainted halfway through.
There you go.
It can't be done all at once.
But look, let's say you take a horse in the morning, but a good horse, and you mount it and ride, and you ride and ride, until evening, you know, and by evening, both you and the horse have had enough, and you think, "
Where did we even start riding?" – and you're still on my farm.
That's how big it is.

In the stable – six horses.
Four of these, the ones I harness, now, whether to the wagon or when I'm plowing, or something like that.
And two white ones, those parade horses, only when it's, when there are some festivities, or in winter, around St. John's Day, when I harness them to the sleigh, with flags, and – it's a delight.

I have fifteen cows, Simmental and Holstein, those Dutch ones.
You know what they're like?
Like they came out of a picture book.
You'd stop and stare, and say: "
These must carry tetra pak milk!", that's what they're like.
But no, they carry regular milk like our cows, only they're so clean, like from a chocolate bar, from those pictures on milk chocolate and such, it's a delight.

I have twenty-five Yorkshire pigs and twenty-five, now, whether it's Berkshire or Large Black, I don't know, I always get those two names mixed up.
And I have some Mangalica too, and I have piglets.
Poultry?
You've never seen so much poultry.
Enough to feed half of Africa.
You know what: chickens and turkeys and ducks and geese, did I forget anything else – anyway, I have everything.
So I tried to count how many I have with a calculator and the fuse blew, you can't!
But look at it this way, for example: sometimes I wake up, look out the window, and say: "
Oh, it snowed!", you know, the farm is white.
And then I think, it can't be snow, come on, it's summer, what snow?!
And it's – eggs all over the farm!
And you can't collect them all.
I hire help to collect eggs, and they can't, by the time I gather them, half of them are rotten.

I have some money too, it's not that I don't.
I wouldn't want to talk about how much I have and where I keep it.

But, you know, let me tell you right away, I don't get much use out of everything I've listed.
You know, when a heat wave hits sometimes, and I'm tossing and turning on that feather bed, and I can't sleep, you know, and then I go out on the porch, and sit on the steps, and look at the stars and think: "
Damn those stars, how many there are – you can't even count them, it's a miracle!" Yes!

Well, you see, then I remember with great sadness...

I kissed the daughter-in-law at the farm, passionately,
She was as fragrant as a May rose.
She finally told me, but it was too late,
About that mustachioed husband of hers.

Oh, may my dark age have blackened him, when I saw him and when he came and everything... But now, whatever happened, happened...)

... husband.