Jaroslava - Đorđe Balašević traduction en anglais

Jaroslava

Umesto molitve rekla si
"O tom ću misliti sutra..."
Sa šminkom od gara
Ko Skarlet O'Hara
Tvoj preslikan lik
I dugo plutala ko brodolomnik
Ka obali jutra
Nekad tišina zna prepasti džina
Kad ispusti krik
Još jednu noć si izgurala sama
Čehov je zaspao blaženim snom
Ni ne zna da je igrala tama
Pod prozorom

Vetar je vežbao violončelo
Čenjive skale u nedogled
Zora ti brižljivo pipnula čelo...
Negde u tebi je goreo led

Princezo, javi se...
Još imam džep u kom se hladni prsti zgreju
Pošalji poruku
Da vidim jednom to pisamce na displayu
Sve mi nedostaje
Čuvam u damastu još kalup tvoga vrata
Princezo, dosta je
Dve i po godine smo taoci inata
Ma šta ti je?

Plima banalnosti
Tvoj svet zapljuskuje k'o Atlantidu
Dok šmrka bioskop
Fali ti neko da napravi geg
Da ti za rođendan ispiše sonet na
Komšinskom zidu
I s bandom cigana
Pod tvojim prozorom utaba sneg

Na podmetaču još crtam tvoj profil
Suvišna pitanja izbegnem fintom
Ime ti ispišem u svakoj strofi Nevidljivom tintom

Pod mojom jelkom do proleća stoji
Jedino dar tebi namenjen
Zauvek fosil tvog struka postoji
Na mome dlanu okamenjen

Princezo, javi se
Neke se pobede dobijaju na juriš
Ne tvrdoglavi se
Priznajem javno da se genijalno duriš
Opasno postaje
Na durske akorde se paučina hvata
Princezo, dosta je
Dve i po godine smo taoci inata
Princezo, dosta je

Princezo, javi se
Još imam džep u kom se hladni prsti zgreju
Pošalji poruku
Da vidim jednom to pisamce na displayu
Sve mi nedostaje
Čuvam u damastu još kalup tvoga vrata
Princezo, dosta je
Dve i po godine smo taoci inata
Ma šta ti je

Jaroslava

Instead of a prayer, you said,
"I'll think about it tomorrow..."
With the makeup of soot
Like Scarlett O'Hara
Your painted image
And wandered long like a castaway
To the shore of the morning
Sometimes silence can terrify a genie
When he lets out a cry
You pulled through another night alone
Chekhov fell asleep in a blissful dream
Not knowing that darkness had played
Under the window

The wind practiced the cello
Gray cliffs endlessly
The dawn touched your forehead gently...
Somewhere inside you, ice burned

Princess, answer me...
I still have a pocket where cold fingers can warm
Send a message
So I can see the text on the display
I miss everything
I keep the mold of your neck in damask
Princess, it's enough
For two and a half years, we've been hostages to stubbornness
What's wrong with you?

A tide of banality
Your world splashes like Atlantis
While the cinema sniffles
You need someone to make a joke
To write you a sonnet on your birthday on a
Neighboring wall
And with a band of gypsies
Trample the snow under your window

On the easel, I still draw your profile
I dodge unnecessary questions with a feint
I write your name in every verse with invisible ink

It stands under my tree until spring
The only gift meant for you
Forever exists the fossil of your branch
Petrified in my palm

Princess, answer me
Some victories are won by a charge
Don't be stubborn
I publicly admit that you are brilliantly stubborn
It's getting dangerous
Cobwebs catch on the chords of defiance
Princess, it's enough
For two and a half years, we've been hostages to stubbornness
Princess, it's enough

Princess, answer me
I still have a pocket where cold fingers can warm
Send a message
So I can see the text on the display
I miss everything
I keep the mold of your neck in damask
Princess, it's enough
For two and a half years, we've been hostages to stubbornness
What's wrong with you?