Branislava - Đorđe Balašević traduction en anglais

Branislava

U prvi suton jesen je napala na kej
Park se epurio u utom k'o stari uminkani gej
Na uglu Glavne i Dunavske u moj je prostor kroèila
Titrava, poput sveæe slavske... Senka sa njenim oèima

Bila je cvetak... No, to je juèeranja vest
Svi smo mi Gospodari Sveta tu negde s dvadeset i est
Na grad je bio njen lièni atelje
Veliki film se snimao
Bila je jedna od tri elje koje sam ikad imao

Za druge je smiljala slatke kolekcije...
Vie ukrase... u bojama nenim i toplim
Za sebe aketiæe od nekih grubih tofova
Nisu vredele lekcije...
Navukla se... na pilule i Denis Doplin
I prve paketiæe od onih Propalih Grofova
A prièu je moju sluala skeptièno
Za nju je, naravno, to bilo totalno fal i patetièno
Banalne strasi... Ljubav, ljubomora, èenja i bol i tom slièno
Uas... Patetièno

U prvi suton odjednom je zahladilo
Davno sam nuèuo da je "na utom"... Nije me iznenadilo
Do gala revije smo, eto, napokon stigli...
Dame i gospodo, ofucana kolekcija za straila
Na koncu prièa vodi igli... E, lutko... Super si model saila

Ja sam pred ivot istupio najeen... I razdrljen
K'o pred streljaèki vod u zoru
I strah me... Nepromenjen... Dok metak putuje
Al' sa sudbom se nateem... Onako zagrljen
K'o dve pijane lude na oru
Znam, kaljavo ordenje na mom kaputu je...

Prièaj mi malo o patetici
Tvoji su sveci za mene tek ubogi mali heretici?
Prièaj mi malo... Ili nemoj?

Branislava

As the first twillight fell, autumn ambushed the quay
The park withered away in the cold like an elderly, retired gay
At the corner of Main and Danube Streets, she stepped into my space
A title, like a Slavic candlelight... A shadow with her eyes

She was a flower... But that was yesterday's news
We are all Lords of the World here, somewhere around twenty-five
The city was her personal atelier
A grand film was being shot
She was one of the three fir trees I ever had

For others, she wove sweet collections...
Merry baubles... in my own warm colors
For herself, suits made of coarse fabrics
Lessons were of no use...
She drifted... onto pills and Denis Doplin
And the first packs of those Fallen Earls
But she used to listen to me skeptically
For her, of course, it was all totally false and pathetic
Trite fears... Love, jealousy, longing and pain, and things like that
Oh... Pathetic

As the first twilight fell, it suddenly grew cold
I had heard long ago that she was "out in the cold"... It didn't surprise me
We have finally reached the fashion show, my dear...
Ladies and gentlemen, a shabby collection for scarecrows
In the end, the story leads to a needle... Oh, doll... You're a super model sale

I have stepped out into my life naked... And torn apart
As if before a firing squad at dawn
And fear... Unchanged... As the bullet travels
But I am struggling with fate... Embraced like this
Like two drunken fools in the street
I know that the medals on my coat are tarnished...

Tell me a little about pathos
Are your saints just poor little heretics to me?
Tell me a little... Or don't you?