Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Djevojka sa čardaš nogama

Djevojka sa čardaš nogama

Nosila je jelek svileni
Kao u pesmi narodnoj,
I krstić, znak na lančiću
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
Hej, pusti kose pune polena,
'Ajde baš u inat babarogama,
′Opa 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,
Badava
Hej, pusti kose pune polena,
′Ajde baš u inat babarogama,
'Opa 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,
Razbij nešto i zaigraj ludo, divije

Girl with Czardas Legs

She wore a silk waistcoat
Like in a folk song,
And a cross, a sign on a chain
That she's waiting for someone, supposedly
Oh, those were the wedding guests
All dressed up and gilded
And we played better
Than we were paid
But okay, now
I wore a cashmere shawl
And a waistcoat woven with secrets,
It was from such things that her
Aunts guarded her with cold perms
She looked at me like a deer
Driven mad by a sad song,
Whose are you, speckled bird
Why weren't you destined for me
Hey, let your hair down, full of pollen,
Come on, just to spite the old biddies,
′Opa, lift your skirt above your knees,
I know you're hiding a czardas
In those beautiful legs
I told her to run away, to leave me alone
And look for better matches,
My tambourine is too small
To shelter you from the rain
I told her I'm only here
To make time pass faster,
I wear wanderer's boots
It's hard to love me,
It's useless
Hey, let your hair down, full of pollen,
Come on, just to spite the old biddies,
′Opa, lift your skirt above your knees,
I know you're hiding a czardas
In those beautiful legs
Hey, come here little titmouse
Here, on my golden studs,
Your pupils are firecrackers,
Break something and dance madly