Nista Nova - Oliver Dragojević traduction en anglais

Nista Nova

Nista nova, nista nova posli feste kisne vala,
U pitaru lipi snova cilo lito tu si stala.
Rastimane sad su ure, zatvorene gnjiju skure...
Sad sivotu, punon zima, okrenuta nan je prova,
Odrisena ve′ je cima, nista nova, nista nova...

Pala je u more stina i prozebli grdelini,
Uz gradele, kraj komina nima ko da te zamini.
I dok jugo stalno jaca, oko kuce reste draca...
Sve se sprema da podivja, a mi kano stara bova
Plutamo bez pravog cilja: nista nova, nista nova...

Uzalud privrcen foje ca ce rec mi na sva justa,
Svi govore: bit ce boje, barbirija vec je pusta.
Vaja vrime niz skaline vonj mizerje i morbine...
I briskulu dikod baci klapa ca jos ni gotova
Da ostari po bonaci, nista nova, nista nova...

Finili su pusti kanti i promukla vec je klapa,
I po dobru svak te panti starec s nama sve do scapa.
Naresle su nove plime, popucale surgadine...
Jos se pine dugi vali i po mistu reve tovar,
Jarboli u more pali: nista nova, nista nova...

P.S.Pjesmu izvodi i Radojka Sverko.

Nothing's New

There's nothing new, nothing new after the party's waves of rain,
In the courtyard again you stood, beautiful as a picture.
Now it's morning, the shutters are closed and rotting...
Now life, full of winters, has turned its bow towards us,
The peak has already been cut off, there's nothing new, nothing new...

The truth has fallen into the sea and the frozen thrushes,
By the buildings, by the chimneys, there's no one to replace you.
And while the south wind keeps getting stronger, the thorny bushes are growing around the house...
Everything is getting ready to go wild, and we, like old oxen
Are drifting without a real goal: there's nothing new, nothing new...

In vain, the newspapers promise what will be said at all the tournaments,
Everybody says: it will be better, the barber shop is already empty.
Time rushes down the stairs, the smell of misery and disease...
And somewhere, the accordion is crying, the band is not yet ready,
To grow old in peace, there's nothing new, nothing new...

The empty cans have been emptied, and the band has already become hoarse,
And for the good, everyone yearns for the old man to be with us until the end.
New tides have risen, the cracks have burst...
The long waves are still drinking, and the goods are wailing in the city,
The masts have fallen into the sea: there's nothing new, nothing new...

P.S. The song is also performed by Radojka Sverko.