Paroles et traduction Vlado Kreslin - Joužek (Live)

Joužek (Live)

Leto 1918,
Puške utihnejo,
Drobni prsti se
Strun dotaknejo.
In pri 14. prvič otrpnejo,
V muzikantsko noč,
Gre rosa proč.

Solzam radosti in boli
Ti prsti najdejo sledi.
Naj je kralj al' berač,
Nevesta al' postopač,
Te otroške roke,
Kociprovo ime.

Na gostüvanja
In v beli svet,
Včasih župnik,
Včasih poet.
Saj še včeraj b'li
So od Bande vsi,
Zdaj so ostali
Prsti grčasti.

Solzam radosti in boli
Ti prsti najdejo sledi.
Naj je kralj al' berač,
Nevesta al' postopač,
Te grčaste roke,
Otroško ime.
Tvoje grčaste roke, bajs
In otroško ime,
Joužek, čakaj me
Na koncu ceste te!

Youzek (Live)

Summer 1918,
Guns go silent.
Tiny fingers
Caress the strings.
And at 14, for the first time, they are numb,
In the musical night,
Away with the dew.

Tears of joy and pain,
Those fingers find their trails.
May he be a king or a beggar,
A bride or a wanderer,
Your child's hands,
Kocipro's name.

On tours
And into the big wide world,
Sometimes a priest,
Sometimes a poet.
Since only yesterday were
From all the bands,
Now what remains are
Cramped fingers.

Tears of joy and pain,
Those fingers find their trails.
May he be a king or a beggar,
A bride or a wanderer,
Your cramped little hands,
A child's name.
Your cramped little hands, treasure
And a child's name,
Youzek, wait for me
At the end of the road!