Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Anita (Budimpestanski sneg)

Anita (Budimpestanski sneg)

Dal se bar ponekad seti;
Plašim se da ne.
Prosto ko u opereti,
Sklopilo se sve.
Violinist, tužni pajac,
Lepa žena i tokajac,
A kulise zavejani grad.
Vodila me kud je htela,
Dobar sam ja gost.
Verešmarti, Citadela
I Lančani most
Zavejani Trg Heroja,
Gde poželeh da je moja
I da uvek bude kao tad.
Zvonio je cimbal neku tužnu staru stvar,
Molila me da joj pišem jednom bar.
Zateklo je jutro snežno,
Same zvezde dve.
Ljubila me nežno, ko nijedna pre.
Pogledom sam posle dugo,
Pratio njen trag,
Zavejanom ulicom Sent Haromsag.
Plašila me slutnja neka,
Znao sam od pre,
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije.
Srce malo jače bije,
Kad se setim nje,
A Listove rapsodije,
Bude stare sne.
Eh, da mi znati gde je,
Dal se seti kada veje,
Il u inat drugog ljubi tad?
Zvonio je cimbal neku tužnu staru stvar
Molila me da joj pišem jednom bar
Zateklo je jutro snežno same zvezde dve
Ljubila me nežno, ko nijedna pre
Pogledom sam posle dugo,
Pratio njen trag,
Zavejanom ulicom Sent Haromsag.
Plašila me slutnja neka,
Znao sam od pre,
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije.
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije.
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije.

Anita (Budapest Snow)

Do you ever think of me;
I'm afraid you don't.
Just like in an operetta,
It was all brought together.
A violinist, a sad clown,
A beautiful woman and a glass of Tokaji,
And the snow-covered city in the background.
She led me wherever she wanted,
I was a good guest.
Vörösmarty, Citadella
And Chain Bridge
Heroes' Square covered in snow,
Where I wished she was mine
And that it would always be like that.
The cymbal played a sad old tune,
She asked me to write to her just once.
Morning came, snowy,
Only two stars.
She kissed me tenderly, like no one ever had.
After that, for a long time, I followed
Her trail
Along the snow-covered street of Szent Haromsag.
A premonition frightened me,
I knew from before,
Everything looks different from a distance.
My heart beats a little faster
When I think of her,
And Liszt's Rhapsodies
Will be old snows.
Oh, if I only knew where she is,
Do you think of me when the wind blows,
Or do you love someone else out of spite?
The cymbal played a sad old tune
She asked me to write to her just once
Morning came, snowy, only two stars
She kissed me tenderly, like no one ever had
After that, for a long time, I followed
Her trail
Along the snow-covered street of Szent Haromsag.
A premonition frightened me,
I knew from before,
Everything looks different from a distance.
Everything looks different from a distance.
Everything looks different from a distance.