Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Baronov Bal

Baronov Bal

Beše to noć
Kad cveta mak sred pšenice
A rusalke upliću bulke,
Ko požude znak,
U pletenice;
Mlad mesec, zenica zmajeva
Ta je godine bila
Sva od samih aprila i majeva.
A bal, ko bal...
Tad bi u raj i nezvani
Al' sve debitante
Taj glamur, taj vilinski sjaj obeznani
Pod sjajem začas se pomrači
Prodaj zlato za bakar,
Minut slave pa makar na lomači.
Dalje otprilike znaš...
Ponekad za nas
Drugi donesu odluke teške.
Cela ta priča je falš...
Iskustvo je tek pseudonim
Za sve naše greške.
Baronov bal
– Crn portal bez ručke
I večita vatra na pragu
I ako uđeš, zažalićeš,
A ne uđeš li slomljen bićeš
Uz onaj zloslutni potmuli strah
Da l' dušu prodaješ vragu.
Još jedan bal...
Biće mi čast i ovaj ples
Od svog tog blještavila
Pamti se jedino strast,
Nežnost i bes
Zapleši sama pred masama
Drugi obraz okreni
I još jednom zaseni
Taj bal pod grimasama.
I to otprilike znaš...
Ponekad se razmeste zvezde
U Godini zmije
I nekog usreće baš
Da večno dokazuje
Da l' on to jeste il' nije.
Baronov bal...
Na blistave prozore naleću leptiri glupi
I davno nije upitno to
Da li bi dušu prodao ko
Odavno postoji jedino strah
Da l' bi vrag da je kupi.

The Baron's Ball

It was a night
When poppies bloom amidst the wheat,
And water spirits braid their buns,
A sign of desire,
In their tresses
Young moon, the iris of the dragon's eye
That year
Was all of Aprils and Mays.
And a ball like no other...
Even the uninvited would go to paradise,
But all debutantes,
That glamour, that enchanting glow
Quickly overshadowed by the pale,
Sell your gold for copper,
A moment of glory even on the pyre.
You probably know the rest...
Sometimes for us
Others make those fateful decisions.
This whole story is a lie...
Experience is just a pseudonym
For all our mistakes.
The Baron's Ball
– A black portal without a handle
And an eternal flame on the threshold
And if you enter, you will regret it,
But if you do not enter, you will be broken
With that ominous, insidious fear
That you are selling your soul to the devil.
Another ball...
It will be an honor and this dance
Of all that splendor
Remember only passion,
Tenderness and rage
Dance alone before the masses
Turn the other cheek
And once again shadow
That ball under masks.
And you probably know that...
Sometimes the stars align
In the Year of the Snake
And someone is happy just
To eternally prove
Whether he is or is not.
The Baron's Ball...
Stupid butterflies fly into the shiny windows
And it hasn't been questionable for a long time
Whether someone would sell their soul
There has long been only fear
Whether the devil would buy it.