Paroles et traduction Miroslav Ilic - Polomiću čaše od kristala

Polomiću čaše od kristala

Ljubio sam usne sa kojih med kaplje
I sanjive oči gde se čežnja krije
Slušao sam brezu dok jablanu šapće
Proći će nam zivot, zar ti žao nije?

Polomiću čaše od kristala
Počupaću bokore od lala
Otkinuću još dve žice, još dve strune
Ostaviću violinu - neka trune
Kad već nema snage, moći
Da mi vrati dane, noći
Kad sam jah'o vranca, ata
Sto đerdana trg'o s' vrata
Pocepao jelek tesan
Ludovao mahnit i besan
Kad sam jah'o vranca, ata
Sto đerdana trg'o s' vrata
Pocepao jelek tesan
Ludovao mahnit i besan

Proveo sam noci ljubeći bez mere
Ali pustom srcu nikad dosta nije
Ono bi, k'o nekad, još ljubavi htelo
Ne mari za bore što prekriše čelo

Polomiću čaše od kristala
Počupaću bokore od lala
Otkinuću još dve žice, još dve strune
Ostaviću violinu - neka trune
Kad već nema snage, moći
Da mi vrati dane, noći
Kad sam jah'o vranca, ata
Sto đerdana trg'o s' vrata
Pocepao jelek tesan
Ludovao mahnit i besan
Kad sam jah'o vranca, ata
Sto đerdana trg'o s' vrata
Pocepao jelek tesan
Ludovao mahnit i besan

I'll Break the Crystal Glasses

I kissed lips from which honey dripped,
And sleepy eyes where longing hides.
I listened to the birch as it whispers to the poplar,
Our life will pass, don't you regret it?

I'll break the crystal glasses,
I'll tear up the tulip bouquets,
I'll rip off two more strings, two more chords,
I'll leave the violin - let it rot.
Since it no longer has the strength, the power,
To bring back my days and nights,
When I rode my black stallion, darling,
Tore a hundred necklaces from your neck,
Ripped my tight vest apart,
Raved, frantic and furious.
When I rode my black stallion, darling,
Tore a hundred necklaces from your neck,
Ripped my tight vest apart,
Raved, frantic and furious.

I spent nights kissing without measure,
But my empty heart is never satisfied.
It wants, like before, more love,
It doesn't care about the wrinkles that cover my forehead.

I'll break the crystal glasses,
I'll tear up the tulip bouquets,
I'll rip off two more strings, two more chords,
I'll leave the violin - let it rot.
Since it no longer has the strength, the power,
To bring back my days and nights,
When I rode my black stallion, darling,
Tore a hundred necklaces from your neck,
Ripped my tight vest apart,
Raved, frantic and furious.
When I rode my black stallion, darling,
Tore a hundred necklaces from your neck,
Ripped my tight vest apart,
Raved, frantic and furious.