Smrt popa Mila Jovovića - Rambo Amadeus traduction en anglais

Smrt popa Mila Jovovića

U danima kad na Niksic
Crnogorci udarise
Kad bijahu dosli dani
Da ne bude Turski vise

U logoru Crnogorskom
Pokraj kule Lekovica
Neko knjazu okleveta
Popa Mila Jovovica

A knjaz Mila dozivase
Uz prisustvo svih vojvoda
Pa mu rece - pope Milo
Nit' si vino, nit' si voda

Kad to cuse pope Milo
Polece mu sablji ruka
A dva oka k'o strijele
Sijevnuse u hajduka

Vojvode se uplasise
Od izgleda vuka gorskog
Da oruzje ne potegne
Na vladara crnogorskog

Kao da mu ostrim macem
Srce musko rasijece
Pa zavika, gospodaru
Bog sa tobom, sta to rece

Te ljutito napustio
Gospodara i vojvode
I pod sator svoj svileni
Sa mislima teskim ode

Pa u ljutnji gusle zgrabi
Odjeknuse tanke strune
Kliknu Milo kao soko
Te se majkom Cetnom kune

Da ce poci u grad Niksic
Sam bez ikog istog dana
I na megdan pozvat' silnog
Musovica kapetana

Baci gusle, uzja' vranca
Preko Zete predje vode
I na hatu pomamnome
Preko polja gradu ode

Leti vranac niz Rastoke
Kao da ga nose krila
No s bedema turska straza
Opazila popa Mila

A pop Milo sve je blize
Do Turaka i sanaca
Pod sobom je zamorio
Bijesnoga svoga vranca

Kao sto mu dolikuje
Bira turske porodice
Na najtvrdje ide sance
Na najljuce gradske zlice

Pa ako bi poginuo
Da pogine od junaka
Od cuvenih i priznatih
Idrizovih potomaka

Ustavi ga turska straza
Na kapiju kod Niksica
Kaza im se i naredi
Zovite mi Musovica

Kada cuse Turci ko je
Potrcase kapetanu
Malo zatim i Musovic
Na kapiju gradsku stanu

Pa kad vidje popa Mila
Na bijesnom vrancu svome
Dolasku se iznenadnom
Obradova njegovome

Otkud jutros Jovovicu
Veselijem glasom rece
Zar od knjaza crnogorskog
U moj tvrdi grad utece

Primamo te objerucke
Sve cemo ti oprostiti
Zivotu ti, harambaso
Vjeruj nece nista biti

Planu Milo, dosta vise
Ne budali bez potrebe
Ja sam dosa' kapetane
Da na megdan zovem tebe

No se spremi i izadji
Biraj mjesto za megdana
Te rijeci kao munja
Pogodise kapetana

Preblijedje pred hajdukom
Iz junacke Markovine
Jer je znao da od sablje
Njegove se lako gine

Ne smije megdan da prihvati
Prepade se svojoj glavi
A na slavu i na proslost
Kuce svoje zaboravi

Vec u strahu kukavicki
Znak na kulu strazi dade
Jeknu plotun sa glavice
Pop pogodjen s konja pade

Vranac pregnu i pobjeze
Natrag preko vode Zete
A na Mila sa sabljama
Niz glavicu Turci lete

Pa se grabe ko ce prije
Manut sabljom po sokolu
Za cije je ime cuo
I car Hamid u Stambolu

Na mrtvoga popa stize
Ferizovic Hasan prvi
Zviznu sablja, glava pade
Uz tocenu lokvu krvi

Na najvecu gradsku kulu
Na vrh hana Musovica
Istaknuse Turci glavu
Popa Mila Jovovica

Sa strzovog, ostrog kolca
Gleda Milo sa visine
Kako mu se Turci zore
I po gradu senluk cine

A gavran se, crna ptica
Obradova iznenada
Kad krvavu vidje glavu
Pa se vije iznad grada

Primice se iznad cabre
Da na bedem padne tvrdi
Po starijem navikama
Musku glavu da nagrdi

A krijuci iz harema
Kroz pendzere vire bule
Da cuvenu vide glavu
Srpskog popa na vrh kule

Smrt popa Mila, popa Mila Jovovica

The Death of Priest Milo Jovović

In the days when on Niksic
Montenegrins were striking
When the days had come
For it to be Turkish no more

In the Montenegrin camp
Near the Lekovic tower
Someone slandered the prince
Priest Milo Jovović

And the prince called Milo
In the presence of all the dukes
Then he said to him - priest Milo
You are neither wine nor water

When priest Milo heard that
His hand flew to his sword
And two eyes like arrows
Flashed at the hajduk

The dukes were frightened
By the sight of the mountain wolf
That he might not draw his weapon
On the Montenegrin ruler

As if with a sharp sword
He cut his manly heart
Then he shouted, my lord
God be with you, what did you say

Then he angrily left
The lord and the dukes
And under his silk tent
He went with heavy thoughts

Then in anger he grabbed the gusle
The thin strings echoed
Milo clicked like a falcon
And swore by mother Cetna

That he would go to the city of Niksic
Alone, without anyone, on the same day
And challenge the mighty
Captain Musovic to a duel

He threw down the gusle, mounted his black horse
He crossed the waters of Zeta
And in a mad rush
He went across the field to the city

The black horse flies down Rastoke
As if carried by wings
But from the ramparts, the Turkish guard
Spotted priest Milo

And priest Milo is getting closer
To the Turks and trenches
He has exhausted under him
His furious black horse

As befits him
He chooses Turkish families
He goes to the hardest trenches
To the fiercest city villains

So if he were to die
To die at the hands of a hero
Of the famous and recognized
Descendants of Idriz

The Turkish guard stopped him
At the gate near Niksic
He told them and ordered
Call Musovic for me

When the Turks heard who it was
They ran to the captain
Shortly after, Musovic
Stood at the city gate

And when he saw priest Milo
On his furious black horse
His sudden arrival
He was overjoyed

Where are you from this morning, Jovović
He said in a cheerful voice
Did you escape from the Montenegrin prince
To my strong city

We welcome you with open arms
We will forgive you everything
Your life, harambasha
Believe me, nothing will happen

Milo flared up, enough
Don't fool around unnecessarily
I came, captain
To challenge you to a duel

So get ready and come out
Choose a place for the duel
Those words like lightning
Struck the captain

He turned pale before the hajduk
From the heroic Markovina
Because he knew that from the sword
His life could easily be taken

He dare not accept the duel
He feared for his own head
And on the glory and the past
Of his house he forgot

Already in cowardly fear
He gave a sign to the guard on the tower
A volley echoed from the hill
The priest, hit, fell from his horse

The black horse strained and ran away
Back across the waters of Zeta
And on Milo with swords
The Turks fly down the hill

And they grab each other, who will be first
To strike the falcon with a sword
Whose name was heard
Even by Sultan Hamid in Istanbul

Hasan Ferizović was the first to reach
The dead priest
The sword whistled, the head fell
Next to a pool of spilled blood

On the highest city tower
On top of Musovic's inn
The Turks displayed the head
Of priest Milo Jovović

From the steep, sharp stake
Milo looks from above
How the Turks mock him
And celebrate in the city

And the raven, the black bird
Rejoiced suddenly
When he saw the bloody head
And soared above the city

He approached above the cauldron
To land on the hard rampart
According to old customs
To desecrate the man's head

And hiding from the harem
Through the windows, the women peek
To see the famous head
Of the Serbian priest atop the tower

The death of priest Milo, priest Milo Jovović