Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Sin jedinac

Sin jedinac

Stara stvar u Novom Bečeju
Slava je za gospojinu
Ne znate vi moju ninu
Dece nema pa me vole kao matera
Pridveče do crkve trkne
Za pokojnim strikom šmrkne
A sve brine da me u špacirung natera

Ja sam otrov za udavače
Trepću oči snevalice
Uzdišu ko zevalice
Gurkaju se laktovima, usne napuće
Jednoj miraz mlin što melje
Drugoj lanac i po zemlje
Trećoj cifra tolk'a da se samo šapuće

Bež'te curice s glavne ulice
Kada prođe sin jedinac štikla kleca
Sitne su vam udice
Korzom plovi štuka što se retko peca
Zbogom Totice, male skotice
Mađarice-svađalice, srcolomke
Prave ste lepotice
Žali bože faliti vam druge momke

Videh pendžer u Bečkereku
I u njemu povrh lale
Tog trenutka procvetale
Zasja pramen riđi, kao krilo tetreba
Nidočeg mi više nije
Snevam zemlju iz saksije
Meni, babo, od te zemlje više ne treba

Nek' se okuša hor torokuša
Ja sam babin sin jedinac, mater svima
I štagod kogod pokuša
Uzeću je, pa da samo bluzu ima
Zbogom Sremice, uspaljenice
I Bačvanke, probiranke od zanata
Fine ste vi ženice
Al' već vidim, ženiću se iz Banata

'Ajde, Aco, da vidim jel' znaš još štogod

Sin ga materin

Sin ga materin

Zbogom Totice, male skotice
Mađarice-svađalice, srcolomke
Prave ste lepotice
Žali bože faliti vam druge momke
Ej
Zbogom Sremice, uspaljenice
I Bačvanke, probiranke od zanata
Fine ste vi ženice
Al' već vidim, ženiću se iz Banata
Iz inata

Deder
Ej

The Only Son

An old story in Novi Bečej
Glory for Our Lady
You don't know my Nina
She has no children, so they love her like a mother
She rushes to the church in the evening
She sniffs for my late uncle
And she's always worried about getting me out for a walk

I'm poison for the marriageable women
Their eyes flutter, the dreamers
They sigh like yawners
They jostle each other with their elbows, their lips pout
One has a dowry, a mill that grinds
Another a chain and a piece of land
A third a sum so large that they only whisper about it

Run away, girls, from the main street
When the only son passes, your heels will click
Your hooks are too small
A pike, rarely caught, is sailing down the promenade
Goodbye, Totices, little scoters
Hungarian girls, quarrelsome, heartbreakers
You are truly beautiful
It's a shame you need other guys

I saw a window in Bečkerek
And in it, above the tulips
That moment they bloomed
A strand of ginger hair shone, like a black grouse's wing
I need nothing more
I dream of the soil from the pot
Dad, I don't need more of that soil

Let the chorus of gossips try their luck
I'm my mother's only son, everyone's mother
And whoever tries whatever
I'll take her, even if she only has a blouse
Goodbye, Srem girls, passionate ones
And Bač girls, chosen for their craft
You are fine women
But I already see, I will marry from Banat

Come on, Aco, let's see if you know anything else

His mother's son

His mother's son

Goodbye, Totices, little scoters
Hungarian girls, quarrelsome, heartbreakers
You are truly beautiful
It's a shame you need other guys
Hey
Goodbye, Srem girls, passionate ones
And Bač girls, chosen for their craft
You are fine women
But I already see, I will marry from Banat
Out of spite

Come on
Hey