Paroles et traduction BOSUTSKI BEĆARI - Prica O Jeli

Prica O Jeli

Lijepa Jela iz moga sela
Sirota bila, pa srce krila od mene
Bilo je stid sirotinje
Kuće od pljeve, malenih dvora
Prašnjavog druma na kraju šora.

Sanjala Jela livade rosne
Tambure svirce i konje bijele kićene
Sanjala pjesmu, svatove
U polju punom makova
Nema nigdje nikoga.

Refren 2x
Jelo, priča selo da se čuju tambure
Noću s tvoje avlije
Al nikog nema
Samo magle slavonske ljube te!

Pričale redom seoske babe,
Da su joj vile avlijom kolo igrale
Od guste magle slavonske
Šile joj haljine svatovske
Da su joj dušu uzele.

Kleli se dugo seoski momci,
Da su se čule
Tambure s njenih prozora
Kad padne magla slavonska
To Jela noću tugu tka,
Jer nema njenih svatova.

Jelo, priča selo da se čuju tambure
Noću s tvoje avlije
Al nikog nema
Samo magle slavonske ljube te!

Jelo, ne zna selo da si meni suđena
Da si moja jedina
Al nikog nema
Samo magle slavonske ljube te!

The Story of Jela

Beautiful Jela from my village
She was poor, so she hid her heart from me
She was ashamed of her poverty
A house of straw, a small yard
At the end of a dusty road.

Jela dreamed of dewy meadows
Tambourines playing and white horses decorated
She dreamed of songs, weddings
In a field full of poppies
There is no one anywhere.

Chorus 2x
Jela, the village says they can hear tambourines
At night from your yard
But there is no one
Only the Slavonian fogs love you!

The old women of the village told
That fairies danced in her yard
From the thick Slavonian fog
They sew her wedding dresses
That they took her soul.

The village boys swore for a long time,
That they had heard
Tambourines from her window
When the Slavonian fog falls
Jela weaves her sadness at night,
Because her wedding guests have not arrived.

Jela, the village says they can hear tambourines
At night from your yard
But there is no one
Only the Slavonian fogs love you!

Jela, the village does not know that you are destined for me
That you are my one and only
But there is no one
Only the Slavonian fogs love you!