Paroles et traduction SEID MEMIĆ VAJTA - Priča

Priča

Jednom su se vidjeli, jedan tren,
Pogledi im zastali i to je sve,
A ljubav se je rodila kao stih,
I nikad nije prestala izmedju njih.
Dosao je jedan dan i rekao njoj,
Hocu da te vodim u svoj dom,
Idi pitaj majku da li mozes poc,
Ako kaze da si mlada
Cekacu i opet doc.
Majko da li mogu poc tu je dragi moj,
Htjela bih da idem s njim u njegov dom,
Prsten mi je donio i nesto jos,
Jednu sarenu maramu i jedan bros.
Nemoj kceri mlada si bar godinu jos,
Vrato prsten i maramu i mali bros,
Ako te voli cekace dragi tvoj,
Onda nek te vodi u svoj dom.
Prodje jedna godina dosao je on,
Dosao da vodi dragu domu svom,
Al sad otac neda i strogo kaze njoj,
Mlada si da ides a mlad je i dragi tvoj.
Ona nije cekala posla je dragom svom,
Rekla mu je vodi me u svoj dom,
Sarenom je maramom suze brisala,
Ljubila je prsten i na majku mislila.
I tako su zivjeli i zivot je bio fin,
Ljubav jos veca postala i rodio se sin,
Al jos jedna zelja u srcu ostala,
Sina da joj vide njen otac i majka.
On je sina uzeo i posao na put,
Pjesme mu je pjevao dok je plakao i bio ljut,
A kad su ga vidjeli otac i njena mati,
On je sina uzeo brzo kuci da se vrati.
Pred kucom mnogo ljudi, zene u crnini sve,
Sa suzom su mu rekli da nema vise nje,
Da teska bolest dosla je u njegov dom,
Ljubav mu je uzela, na putu je bio on.
Uzeo je sviralu i zasvirao na nju,
Pjesme o svojoj ljubavi koje nema vise tu,
A ljubav se je rodila kao stih,
I nikad nije prestala izmedju njih.

Story

We once met, for a moment,
Our eyes locked and that was it,
And love was born like a verse,
And it never stopped between us.
One day you came and said to her,
I want to take you to my home,
Go and ask your mother if you can go,
If she says you're young
I'll wait and come again.
Mother, can I go, my love is here,
I'd like to go with him to his home,
He brought me a ring and something else,
A colorful scarf and a brooch.
Don't go, my daughter, you're still young for at least a year,
Return the ring and the scarf and the small brooch,
If he loves you, your beloved will wait,
Then let him take you to his home.
A year passed and he came,
He came to take his love to his home,
But now her father refused and said to her sternly,
You're too young to go, and your love is too young.
She didn't wait, she sent a message to her beloved,
She told him, take me to your home,
She wiped away her tears with the colorful scarf,
She kissed the ring and thought of her mother.
And so they lived and life was beautiful,
Love grew even greater and a son was born,
But one more wish remained in her heart,
For her father and mother to see her son.
He took his son and set off on a journey,
He sang songs to him while he was crying, and when he was angry,
And when his father and mother saw him,
He quickly took his son and returned home.
In front of the house there were many people, women dressed in black,
With tears they told him that she was gone,
That a grave illness had come to his home,
That love had taken her while he was on the road.
He took up his flute and began to play it,
Songs about his love who was no longer there,
And love was born like a verse,
And it never stopped between us.