Lyrics and translation Zvonko Bogdan - Vec Odavno Spremam Svog Mrkova

Vec Odavno Spremam Svog Mrkova

Vec odavno spremam svog mrkova
Da se krenem kasom od miline
Da obidjem staze, staze svog detinjstva
Za salasem zelja da me mine
Da obidjem staze, staze svog detinjstva
Za salasem zelja da me mine

Al' rekose mi pre nekoliko dana
Da je srusen, onaj salas mali
Nema vise starog cardaka, ni djerma
Ni debelog 'lada od bagrema
Nema vise starog cardaka, ni djerma
Ni debelog 'lada od bagrema

Necu vise ici na tu stranu
Jer ne mogu suze u oku skriti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
I plakati, il' se napiti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
I plakati, il' se napiti

Sve je manje dobrih tamburasa
Fijakera, snasa i salasa
Sve je manje konja, konja koji jure
A u stvari nikuda ne zure
Sve je manje konja, konja koji jure
A u stvari nikuda ne zure

Nek vrag nosi moje snove puste
Devojacke duge kose guste
Nek vrag nosi tugom dobre tamburase
Fijakere, pesme i salase
Nek vrag nosi tugom dobre tamburase
Fijakere, pesme i salase

Necu vise ici na tu stranu
Jer ne mogu suze u oku skriti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
I plakati, il' se napiti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
I plakati, il' se napiti

I've Been Getting Ready for My Carrot for a Long Time

I've been getting ready for my carrot for a long time
To run like mad with joy
To visit the paths, the paths of my childhood
So that my longing for the homestead would stop
To visit the paths, the paths of my childhood
So that my longing for the homestead would stop

But somebody told me the other day
That the old cottage has been torn down
There's no more porch, no shed
Nor the big locust tree
There's no more porch, no shed
Nor the big locust tree

I won't go to that place anymore
Because I can't hide the tears in my eyes
Or I'll have to turn my head away sadly
And cry, or get drunk
Or I'll have to turn my head away sadly
And cry, or get drunk

There are less and less good accordionists
Horse-drawn carriages, daughters-in-law, and cottages
There are less and less horses, horses that gallop
But in reality they're not going anywhere
There are less and less horses, horses that gallop
But in reality they're not going anywhere

May the devil take my empty dreams
The long, thick hair of young women
May the devil take the sadness of good accordionists
Horse-drawn carriages, songs, and cottages
May the devil take the sadness of good accordionists
Horse-drawn carriages, songs, and cottages

I won't go to that place anymore
Because I can't hide the tears in my eyes
Or I'll have to turn my head away sadly
And cry, or get drunk
Or I'll have to turn my head away sadly
And cry, or get drunk