Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Namćor

Namćor

Ne volem, nikog, lutko
Tak'a mi je narav, kao odžak, star i garav
Puno dima je kroz mene prošlo

Ne volem, ujne, strine, šogore, komšiluk
Nataknem i' na čiviluk
Od nji' ništa dobro nije došlo

Ne volem, semenkare, cigoše trubače
Burek, ulične pišače
Nek' mi moju lepu varoš vrate

Ne volem, džipadžije, Dizel butikaše
Restoteke, tamburaše
Svaku pesmu, bar za strofu skrate, mater im

Al' tebe volem, to je fakat
Ti si mi ljubav jedina
Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat
Ma nek' je stoput dedina
Da kupim četir' konja besna
Da ih u oblak upregnem
Pa s' tobom, 'di nas niko ne zna uteknem

Jao, ne volem, kad mi gaće uđu, 'di već uđu
Te što brinu brigu tuđu
Košticu u štrudli od višanja

Jao, ne volem, zatucane, gratis, kravataše
Hipohondre što se plaše
Da dobiju rak od razmišljanja

Ne volem, onda, krvoločne pse i gospodare
Nađubrene trotoare
Maskirne, kad navale na pendžer

Ne volem, one lopuže što voze tuđa kola
Znaju azbuku, do pola
Miču usnama, dok sriču pejdžer
Nji' ne samo da ne volem
Neg' malo ih se i gadim, pravo da ti kažem

Al' tebe volem, to je fakat
Ti si mi ljubav jedina
Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat
Pa nek' je stoput dedina
Da kupim čamac na dva vesla
I onaj šešir rogozan
Pa tebe di' nas niko ne zna, odvozam

E onda, ne volem, šizove i nervne bolesnike
Pre ih puštali za vikend
Sad ih puste pravo pred kamere

E, ne volem, sve te lezibejke, da prostite
Proročice, travestite
Nek' mi gospon-dame ne zamere

Ne volem, teget girtlu na teget mantilu
Šestu ličku, sedmu silu
Opa-cupa preko Okučana

Ne volem, izbore, televizor, plakate
Dosta, ako Boga znate
Ludnica je, kanda, otključana širom ostala
Provert'e, molim vas

Al' tebe volem, to je fakat
Ti si mi ljubav jedina
Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat
Pa nek' je stoput dedina
Da kupim adicu od peska
Na njoj šumarak nakrivljen
Da tebe di' nas niko ne zna, sakrijem

Šta je ovo, solo? If, ne volem solo
A, to je onaj sofran saksafon, to tek ne volem

I, ne volem, dakle, uzdržane
Trezvene, pa džoging, takve najpre trefi šloging
Al' ni krkanje mi nije blisko

Ne volem, što odasvud samo čuješ, daj mi
Il' se prosi, il' se zajmi
Jebo te, ja nikad nisam isk'o

Ne volem, štreberčine, večne odlikaše
Crne rolke i sektaše
Ne padam na Tibet ili Burmu

Ne volem, škrtariju, intelektualce
Koji važno vrte palce
Kupiš ih za špricer i kavurmu
Koju ja lično isto, misi' se na kavurmu ne volem

Al' tebe volem, to je fakat
Ti si mi ljubav jedina
Prodaću onu našu kućerdu na lakat
Pa nek' je stoput dedina
Napuklo srce, na dve pole
Ljubav je teret, pregolem
Baš ni to, što te tol'ko volem, ne volem

Joj, ovaj, ovo što ne volem
Ovako kad se završi pesma, ko racija je
Što, baš je logično, šta
Ko da je upo' nešto, šta je
U, logiku tek volem, evo tu si me našo'

Grump

I don't love, anyone, baby
That's just my nature, like a chimney, old and sooty
A lot of smoke has passed through me

I don't love, aunts, sisters-in-law, brothers-in-law, the neighbors
I hang them all on a hanger
Nothing good has ever come from them

I don't love, seed sellers, gypsy trumpeters
Burek, street pissers
Let them bring back my beautiful town

I don't love, SUV drivers, Diesel boutique owners
Restaurantes, tambourine players
They shorten every song, at least by one verse, damn them

But I love you, that's a fact
You are my only love
I'll sell that little house of ours cheaply
Even if it is a hundred times my grandfather's
To buy four wild horses
To harness them to the clouds
And with you, run away where nobody knows us

Oh, I don't love, when my underwear gets stuck, where it gets stuck
Those who worry about other people's worries
The pit in the cherry strudel

Oh, I don't love, narrow-minded, free, tie-wearers
Hypochondriacs who are afraid
That they'll get cancer from thinking

I don't love, then, bloodthirsty dogs and their owners
Covered sidewalks
Disguised, when they attack the window

I don't love, those thieves who drive other people's cars
They know the alphabet, halfway
They move their lips as they spell out the pager
Not only do I not love them
But I'm even a little disgusted by them, to be honest with you

But I love you, that's a fact
You are my only love
I'll sell that little house of ours cheaply
Even if it is a hundred times my grandfather's
To buy a two-oar boat
And that horned hat
And take you away where nobody knows us

Then, I don't love, psychos and mentally ill people
They used to let them out on weekends
Now they let them right in front of the cameras

Eh, I don't love, all those lesbians, if you'll pardon me
Fortune tellers, transvestites
Don't let the gentlemen-ladies be offended

I don't love, a navy blue belt on a navy blue coat
The sixth face, the seventh force
Opa-cupa across Okučani

I don't love, elections, television, posters
Enough, for God's sake
The madhouse is, apparently, unlocked and wide open
Check it, please

But I love you, that's a fact
You are my only love
I'll sell that little house of ours cheaply
Even if it is a hundred times my grandfather's
To buy a little island of sand
With a crooked little forest on it
To hide you where nobody knows us

What's this, a solo? If so, I don't love solos
Ah, it's that soft saxophone, I don't love that either

And, I don't love, therefore, the reserved
Sober, then jogging, they're the first to have a stroke
But pigging out isn't my thing either

I don't love, that from everywhere you only hear, give me
Or beg, or borrow
Damn it, I've never begged

I don't love, snitches, eternal excellent students
Black turtlenecks and sectarians
I don't fall for Tibet or Burma

I don't love, stinginess, intellectuals
Who importantly twiddle their thumbs
You can buy them for a spritzer and kavurma
Which I personally also, God forgive me, don't love kavurma

But I love you, that's a fact
You are my only love
I'll sell that little house of ours cheaply
Even if it is a hundred times my grandfather's
Broken heart, in two halves
Love is a burden, too great
I don't even love, that I love you so much

Oh, man, this, what I don't love
When the song ends like this, it's like a police raid
What, it's only logical, what
As if he'd started something, what
Oh, logic is what I really love, you got me there