Paroles et traduction Djordje Balasevic - Eleonora

Eleonora

Na bogojavljensku noc
Peku se kesteni, lome se pogace
A venci smokava i praporci se pokace
U prednjoj sobi mog bace
To je vec navike moc

Bez slova poziva
Drustvo se sastalo pod istom ikonom
Za crnim svapskim astalom
Sto pamti svadbe i dace

Redak sam gost u starom kraju
Al' znam sta misle i u snu
I oni mene kanda znaju
Jer cak ni pripiti ni da pomenu nju

Cudna je zvercica strast
Od one ljubavi zbog glupe svadjice
U buri cutanja potonule su ladjice
I minus na kraju salda

Da l' grom odabira hrast
Ili se to pak hrast munjama nametne
Za to bas nemam reci
Bog zna kako pametne
To je ta sudbina, valjda

Bila je moja zlatna sansa
A tek sam naceo svoj krug
Moj mali verni Sanco Pansa
Moja ljubavnica, saborac
I moj najbolji drug

Oni ne pricaju o njoj
A ja se ne raspitkivam
Ukrstim politru i noc
I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam

Vec me i Dunav pretice
Moja me senka spotice
Al' nista me se ne tice
I malo sta me pomera i dotice
Sem mozda nje

Kad djavo precepi spil
Sve krene naopako
Svale se vanglice, zadrema kum
Il' nesto nisu ove London-stanglice
K'o kad god, u doba slavna

Pogresno uklopljen stil
Kinesko posudje, salvete heklane
Model iz izloga a cipele od preklane
No, rizling sve to poravna

Vec me Dunav pretice
Vec me senka spotice
Nista me se ne tice
Nista me ne dotice

Eleonora

On Epiphany Eve
Chestnuts are roasted, pies are broken
And wreaths of figs and banners are displayed
In the front room of my grandfather's house
It's the power of habit

Without a word of invitation
The company gathered under the same icon
At the black, rustic table
That remembers weddings and feasts

I'm a rare guest in this old place
But I know what they think, even in their sleep
And they seem to know me too
Because even when they're tipsy, they don't mention you

Passion is a strange little beast
From that love, due to stupid arguments
In the storm of silence, our little boats sank
And a minus at the end of the balance

Does lightning choose an oak
Or does the oak attract lightning?
I don't have words for that
God knows how wise
That's fate, I guess

You were my golden chance
And I had only just begun my circle
My loyal little Sancho Panza
My lover, comrade
And my best friend

They don't talk about you
And I don't ask
I cross my flask and the night
And I sometimes nail myself to that cross

Even the Danube is overtaking me
My shadow trips me up
But nothing bothers me
And little moves me or touches me
Except maybe you

When the devil splits the cave
Everything goes wrong
The glasses fall, the godfather dozes off
Or maybe these London stanglices aren't right
Like always, in the glorious time

A wrongly matched style
Chinese dishes, crocheted napkins
A model from the window but shoes from the last year
But Riesling levels it all out

The Danube is overtaking me
My shadow trips me up
Nothing bothers me
Nothing touches me