Bluz mutne vode - Đorđe Balašević traduction en anglais

Bluz mutne vode

Svasta se rodi u mutnoj vodi,
Lukava mrena i glupavi smudj,
Karas i bandar, lopov i dzandar
I ribe sto zive na racun tudj′.

Malene one vecih se klone,
Ne pazis i vec te nema za tren.
Gde god da beze stignu u mreze,
Neko se rodi da postane plen.

Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne.
I najvece ribe za mene su sitne.
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet.
A budem i ja i smuvan i varan,
Pa svakom se desi da ispadne saran,
To je bar rutinska stvar.

Ko zivot vodi u mutnoj vodi
Mora sve trikove dobro da zna,
U mutnoj vodi, sto mnogim godi
Posebno onim sa vrha i dna.

Svi znaju svrhu, stuka na vrhu,
Tu su da kvare i naprave lom,
A dole na dnu, sudbinu jadnu,
Mnogima resava nekakav som.

Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne.
I najvece ribe za mene su sitne.
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet.
Ja pevam svoj blues u srcu dubine
I drzim se pretezno zlatne sredine,
To je bar rutinska stvar, rutinska stvar.

Na sta se svodi zivot u vodi?
Pa eto, grabljivci imaju vlast.
Grgec je glupan, ali je krupan,
Pa male ribice guta u slast.

U dane gadne, kad voda padne,
Plasljive ribe ne vrede ni gros,
Naidju krize, drukcije grize,
I samo najbolji plivaju jos.

Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne.
I najvece ribe za mene su sitne.
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet.
Ja pevam svoj blues u vrtlogu gluvom
I pitam se sta rade ribe na suvom,
A to je bar rutinska stvar.

Muddy Water Blues

All sorts of things are born in the muddy water,
The sly tench and the foolish gudgeon,
The crucian carp and the carp bream, the thief and the gendarme,
And the fish that live at other people's expense.

The small ones avoid the bigger ones,
If you don't pay attention, you're gone in a flash.
Wherever they escape, they end up in the nets,
Some are born to become prey.

I sing my blues without any real intention.
And the biggest fish are too small for me.
I just watch this world from the sidelines.
And I will be deceived and cheated,
Because it happens to everyone to turn out to be a carp,
That's at least a routine thing.

He who lives his life in muddy water
Must know all the tricks well,
In the muddy water, which pleases many
Especially those at the top and at the bottom.

Everyone knows the purpose, the pike at the top,
They are there to spoil and make a mess,
And down at the bottom, a miserable fate,
A catfish solves it somehow for many.

I sing my blues without any real intention.
And the biggest fish are too small for me.
I just watch this world from the sidelines.
I sing my blues in the depths of my heart
And I mostly keep to the golden mean,
That's at least a routine thing, a routine thing.

What does life in the water boil down to?
Well, the predators have the power.
The chub is stupid, but it is big,
So it swallows the little fish with pleasure.

In bad weather, when the water falls,
The timid fish are not worth a penny,
They find crises, others bite,
And only the best still swim.

I sing my blues without any real intention.
And the biggest fish are too small for me.
I just watch this world from the sidelines.
I sing my blues in the deafening whirlpool
And I wonder what the fish do on dry land,
And that's at least a routine thing.