Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Uspavanka za dečaka

Uspavanka za dečaka

Pričaće ti jednom možda
Kako sam ja bio štošta
Pile moje, pače moje malo

Mudrovaće, badavani
Kad me nema da se branim
Da sam blizu, ne bi im se dalo

Pričaće ti o plovidbi
Ti što nisu sidro digli
Šta sam za njih neg' ukleta šajka?

Tvrdiće, sa čudnim sjajem
Da sam drhtao pred zmajem
Videli su oni, iz prikrajka

Al' ti slutiš otkud bore
Trunje se u oku diglo
Olujno je tamo gore
Gde nas nije puno stiglo

Znam da sanjaš more sveća
I korake po tom doku
Ti si tamo bio, u mom oku

Pričaće ti kojekakvi
Zloba se k'o rubin cakli
Kako odjek mog osmeha ječi

I kleće se u pretpostavke
Kljuckajući, kao čavke
Moje loše prepričane reči

Brojao sam ljude s krsta
Pravila i izuzetke
Posvud promašena vrsta
Samo retki nađu retke

Znam da sanjaš vaskrsenje
Jednu siluetu plahu
Ti si tamo bio, u mom dahu

Pričaće ti jednom svašta
Boljima se teško prašta
Pile moje, pače moje malo

I silni miševi u boci
Javiće se k'o svedoci
Pustolovnog traganja za Gralom

Ne znam više, bože prosti
Dal' da strepim il' da stremim
Da to breme posebnosti
I na tebe nakalemim
Ako nije kasno već

Jer znam da sanjaš rimovanja
Krike, i tišinu nemu
Ti si bio svugde u mom svemu

Pile moje pače moje malo
Lavče moje

Lullaby for a Boy

They’ll tell you someday, maybe
How I was something special
My little chick, my little duckling

They’ll be wise, they’ll be wrong
When I’m gone, I won’t be able to defend myself
If I were here, they wouldn’t dare

They’ll tell you about the voyage
Those who didn’t raise the anchor
What was I to them but a cursed ship?

They’ll claim, with a strange gleam
That I trembled before the dragon
They saw it, from the sidelines

But you sense where the wrinkles come from
The speck in the eye rose up
It was stormy up there
Where not many of us arrived

I know you dream of a sea of candles
And footsteps on that dock
You were there, in my eye

All sorts of people will tell you
Spite sparkles like a ruby
How the echo of my laughter resounds

And they kneel in assumptions
Pecking, like jackdaws
My misquoted words

I counted people from the cross
Rules and exceptions
Missed type everywhere
Only the rare find the rare

I know you dream of resurrection
One timid silhouette
You were there, in my breath

They’ll tell you all sorts of things someday
It’s hard to forgive the good
My little chick, my little duckling

And the mighty mice in the bottle
Will appear as witnesses
Of the adventurous quest for the Grail

I don’t know anymore, God forgive me
Whether to fear or to hope
To graft that burden of uniqueness
Onto you as well
If it’s not too late

Because I know you dream of rhymes
Screams, and silent mute
You were everywhere in everything of mine

My little chick, my little duckling
My little lion