Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Devojka Sa 'Čardaš' Nogama

Devojka Sa 'Čardaš' Nogama

Nosila je jelek svileni
Kao u pesmi narodnoj
I krstić znak na lanćiću
Da nekog čeka navodno
O', to su bili svatovi
Sve kićeni i zlaćeni
A mi smo bolje svirali
Neg' što smo bili plaćeni
Al' dobro sad

Nosio sam šal od kašmira
I prsluk protkan tajnama
Baš od takvih su je čuvale
Tetke sa ladnim trajnama
K'o srna me je gledala
Žalosnom pesmom sluđena
Čije si, pile, pirgavo?
Što nisi meni suđena?
'E, da

Hej, pusti kose pune polena
Hajde, baš u inat babarogama
Hop-la, digni suknju iznad kolena
Znam da kriješ čardaš
U tim lepim nogama

Rekoh joj: "Beži, mani se
I traži bolje partije
Premala je moja tambura
Da te od kiše sakrije"
Rekoh joj: "Ja sam samo tu
Da vreme brže proleti
Ja nosim čizme skitaljke
Mene je teško voleti"
Pa, da

Hej, pusti kose pune polena
Hajde, baš u inat babarogama
Hop-la, digni suknju iznad kolena
Znam da kriješ čardaš
U tim lepim nogama
Hej, doleti mala senice
Tu na moje zlatne čivije
Vatra šara tvoje zenice
Razbi nešto i zaigraj ludo, divije

Girl with "Csárdás" legs

You wore a silk waistcoat
Like in a folk song
And a cross pendant on a chain
As if you were waiting for someone
Oh, it was a wedding party
All dressed up and gilded
And we played better
Than we were paid
But now it's good

I wore a cashmere scarf
And a vest woven with secrets
It's from such that they kept you
Aunts with cold eyes
You looked at me like a deer
Driven mad by a sad song
Whose are you, golden-haired one?
Why were you not destined for me?
Oh, yes

Hey, let down your hair, full of pollen
Come on, just to spite the old ladies
Hop-la, lift your skirt above your knees
I know you're hiding a csárdás
In those beautiful legs

I told her: "Go away, leave me alone
And look for a better match
My tambourine is too small
To hide you from the rain"
I told her: "I'm only here
To make the time go faster
I wear wanderer's boots
It's hard to love me"
Well, yes

Hey, let down your hair, full of pollen
Come on, just to spite the old ladies
Hop-la, lift your skirt above your knees
I know you're hiding a csárdás
In those beautiful legs
Hey, fly down, little titmouse
There on my golden nails
The fire of your eyes
Break something and dance like crazy