Paroles et traduction Rončević Hari - Mulac

Mulac

Sa samo šesnaest godina
Mater je sobon poveja
Na sive gradske ulice
Sa svoga bilog kamena
Di ga je život dišpera
Još otkad bos je protrča

Njega su mulac prozvali
Mater za onu držali
Šta ga je mlada rodila
Zbog samo jednog poljupca
Od nekog stranog čovika

Ima je šesnaest godina
Kad je iz mista otiša
Sit smija dice gospodske
I pravde malomištanske
Mladosti odreka se

Sa samo šesnaest godina
Mater pod ruku uzeja
Sa samo šesnaest godina
Proša je dvi Amerike
Mladosti odreka se
Sa samo šesnaest godina

Mater se vratit' poželi
Da novu lozu zasadi
U stari vrtal kameni
I da se fale mištani
Da su se usta napila
Skupoga vina mulčeva

Nitko ga više nije mulcem zva
Sad im je samo bija dite bez oca
Prid njime su se klanjali
Za prešidenta stavili
Za šaku gnjilih dolara

Sa samo šesnaest godina
Kad je iz mista otiša
Sit smija dice gospodske
I pravde malomištanske
Mladosti odreka se

Sa samo šesnaest godina
Mater pod ruku uzeja
Sa samo šesnaest godina
Proša je dvi Amerike
Mladosti odreka se
Sa samo šesnaest godina

Sa samo šesnaest godina
Mater pod ruku uzeja
Sa samo šesnaest godina
Proša je dvi Amerike
Mladosti odreka se
Sa samo šesnaest godina

Mule

When I was only sixteen
My mother pushed me out into the world
Onto the gray city streets
From my white stone house
Where life had made her despair
Ever since she had run away barefoot

They called me a mule
They held my mother accountable
Why she had given birth to me at such a young age
All because of a kiss
From a strange man

I was only sixteen
When I left town
Fed up with the laughter of the wealthy children
And the "justice" of the small-minded townspeople
I renounced my youth

When I was only sixteen
I took my mother by the arm
When I was only sixteen
We traversed two Americas
I renounced my youth
When I was only sixteen

My mother longed to return home
To plant a new vine
In the old stone garden
And for the townspeople to boast
That their mouths had tasted
The costly wine of the mule

No one calls me a mule anymore
They only see me as a bastard child without a father
They bow down before me
They have made me their president
For a fistful of worthless dollars

When I was only sixteen
When I left town
Fed up with the laughter of the wealthy children
And the "justice" of the small-minded townspeople
I renounced my youth

When I was only sixteen
I took my mother by the arm
When I was only sixteen
We traversed two Americas
I renounced my youth
When I was only sixteen

When I was only sixteen
I took my mother by the arm
When I was only sixteen
We traversed two Americas
I renounced my youth
When I was only sixteen