Paroles et traduction Djordje Balasevic - Provincijalka

Provincijalka

Rekli su mi da je dosla
Iz provincije
Strpavsi u kofer snove
I ambicije

Drug je studirao sa njom
Pa smo se najzad sreli ona i ja -
Shvatih: Boze, ovo je sazvezdje
Za nju provincija

Srce stade kao dete
Da se otima
Trazili smo se
Po prethodnim zivotima

Ostavih iza sebe svet zablude
Promasaje koji tiste
Prosto, lako
K'o neko beznacajno pristaniste

O, da mi je da se
Jos samo jednom zaljubim
Opet bih uzeo kostim
Vecnog decaka
I opet bih smislio
Kako da prodangubim
Dok ona ne sleti
Niz hodnik studenjaka

Gorda, naspram podsmeha
I spletki poslednjih
Usamljeni galeb
Iznad mora osrednjih

Reci bi sve pokvarile
Samo se cutke
Pokraj mene stisla
Sami, svoji, izbeglice iz besmisla

O, da mi je da se
Jos samo jednom zaljubim
Opet bih gledao
Niz kej kao niz prugu
I opet bih znao
Da se u oblak zadubim
I cekao bih samo nju
Ni jednu drugu

Napisi mi pesmu, mazila se je
Nisam znao da li cu umeti
Reci jesu moje igracke
Cakle mi se u glavi
Kao oni sareni staklici kaleidoskopa
I svaki put mi druga slika
U ocima kad zazmurim
Ali, postoje u nama neke
Neprevodive dubine
Postoje u nama neke stvari
Neprevodive u reci
Ne znam

Napisi mi pesmu, molila je
I nisam znao da li cu umeti
Voleo sam ju tako lako
A, tako sam tesko to znao da pokazem
A, onda odjednom raspored
Mladeza na njenim ledjima
Kao tajna mapa pokazao mi je
U koju zvezdu treba da se
Zagledam i tako
Eto ti pesma, ludo jedna

Girl from the Province

They told me that she came
From the provinces
Packing her dreams in a suitcase
And her ambitions

A friend studied with her
So we finally met, she and I -
I understood: My God, this is a constellation
For her, the province

My heart stopped as a child
Trying to escape
We searched for each other
In our past lives

I left behind the world of delusions
The mistakes that haunt me
Simply, easily
Like some insignificant landing stage

Oh, if only I could
Fall in love just once more
I would take on the costume again
Of an eternal youth
And I would think again
How to waste my time
Until she comes down
The corridor of the students

Proud, despite the mockery
And the intrigues of others
A lonely seagull
Above the sea of mediocrity

Words would have ruined everything
I just silently
Clasped her hand, sitting beside me
Alone, our own, refugees from nonsense

Oh, if only I could
Fall in love just once more
I would look again
Along the pier as along a railway track
And I would know again
That I must immerse myself in the clouds
And I would wait only for her
No one else

Write me a song, she begged me
I didn't know if I could do it
Words are my toys
Bouncing around in my head
Like the colored pieces of glass in a kaleidoscope
And each time a different picture
In my eyes when I shut them
But there are some things in us
That cannot be translated
There are some things in us
That cannot be put into words
I don't know

Write me a song, she begged me
And I didn't know if I could do it
I loved her so easily
And it was so hard for me to show it
And then suddenly, the schedule
Of youth on her back
Like a secret map showed me
At which star I should
Look and so
Here's a song for you, a crazy one