Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Boze, Boze... (Live)

Boze, Boze... (Live)

O Bože, Bože, di baš ja, od svih sretnih Cigana
Da se rodim baš kad zadremaš
Da me ne blagosloviš
Nikad ni ne osloviš
Dok za nekim makarkakvim vašar raspremaš
Dvaes četir dinara dužan sam kod mlinara
Kod kovača ne smem svraćati
Juri me dućandžija
Švićka za mnom kamdžija
Jedva imam svirce plaćati
Za mnom cika, za mnom potraga
A preda mnom put za dovraga
Bar da mi je fićok rakije
Tu bi moglo da se sakrije
Još kad onda svirci nagare
Sve ću dati, sve ću propiti
Samo neću moje malo magare
S belegom na levoj kopiti
Niko mene ne zna slušati
Ko moj verni drugar ušati
Za mnom ići i sanjariti
A ne kvariti
Bože, Bože, di baš ja od svih spretnih Cigana
Naspram sveta da se zagubim?
Dok sam konje pojio
Vrag je drum prespojio
On je teo da se u nju, Belu, zaljubim
Samo ako išta znam, onda znam da budem sam
Tu sam isti na mog ujaka
Lula i kabanica
Britva i brojanica
A prijatelja ko u kurjaka
Za mnom cika, za mnom potraga
A preda mnom put za dovraga
Bar da mi je fićok rakije
Tu bi moglo da se sakrije
Pa kad svirci nagare
Zadnji groš ću propiti
Ali ne dam magare
S belegom na levoj kopiti
Di je da je, neka je
Samo nek daleka je
Da je duže trajalo
Ne bi valjalo
Bože, Bože, di baš ja od svih grešnih Cigana,
Da padnem na sitnim gresima
Ne daš mi je videti
I to od ruke ide ti
Mora da je besposleno na nebesima
Stiću sutra do mraka do komšijskog oblaka
Pod njim ću se opet roditi
Nisi ti na nebu sam
Bogova je povazdan
S nekim ću se već nagoditi
Za mnom cika, za mnom potraga
A preda mnom put za dovraga
Bar da mi je fićok rakije
Tu bi moglo da se sakrije
A kad svirci nagare
Zadnji groš ću propiti
Ali ne dam magare
S belegom na levoj kopiti
Kog sad ljubi, sanjiva
Kad se dan razdanjiva
Kom sad zamke postavlja
Kog li noćas ostavlja

God, God...

O God, God, why me, of all the fortunate Gypsies,
To be born when you dozed off,
For you not to bless me,
Never even to speak to me,
While you packed up for some market or another,
I owe twenty-four dinars to the miller,
I'm not allowed to go near the blacksmith,
The shopkeeper chases after me,
The guard swings his whip after me,
I can barely pay my musicians,
There's a dragnet behind me, a manhunt ahead,
But the road that lies before me leads to hell,
If only I had a bottle of brandy,
That's where it could hide,
All the more so when the musicians start playing,
I'll give everything away, I'll drink everything away,
But I won't give up my little donkey,
With the white spot on its left hoof,
Nobody knows how to listen to me
Like my faithful, long-eared friend,
To follow me and daydream
And not to ruin everything,
God, God, why me, of all the clever Gypsies,
To get myself lost in this world?
While I was giving my horses water,
The Devil blocked my path,
He wanted me to fall in love with her, with Bela,
But if there's one thing I know, it's that I'm meant to be alone,
In that, I'm just like my uncle,
A pipe and a jacket,
A razor and a rosary,
And friends like a wolf has fleas,
There's a dragnet behind me, a manhunt ahead,
But the road that lies before me leads to hell,
If only I had a bottle of brandy,
That's where it could hide,
And when the musicians start playing,
I'll drink away my last penny,
But I won't give up my donkey,
With the white spot on its left hoof,
Beyond the existent,
Just let it be distant,
If it had lasted any longer,
It wouldn't have been right,
God, God, why me, of all the sinful Gypsies,
To stumble upon such petty sins?
You won't let me see her,
And that comes straight from you,
Heaven must be awfully idle,
I'll sneak over to my neighbor's cloud by tomorrow evening,
And I'll be reborn underneath it,
You're not alone in heaven,
It's the Gods' holiday,
I'm sure I'll come to an understanding with one of them,
There's a dragnet behind me, a manhunt ahead,
But the road that lies before me leads to hell,
If only I had a bottle of brandy,
That's where it could hide,
And when the musicians start playing,
I'll drink away my last penny,
But I won't give up my donkey,
With the white spot on its left hoof,
Whom does she love now, the dreamer,
As the day breaks,
For whom does she set traps,
Whom does she leave tonight?