Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Kere Varošanke

Kere Varošanke

Imo bi′ ja što god kasti i akonto Ove Vlasti... Ali neću...
Đavo je tu da me tera... Ja sam tu da ne pretera... Odoleću...
Briga mene za "poštene" što zastrane...
Za ministre, nadobudne i nastrane
Briga me za razne mustre, notaroše, mlade žustre...
Što zanoće ko "hetero", a osvanu na četvero...
Imo bi ja što god kasti... ej...
Čerez čega? Vidi jarca! Slaba vajda od bećarca!
Ja sam o'de zadnja šuša, nema mene ko da posluša...

Imo bi′ ja što god kasti ne mož' otog rep izrasti... Al izvin'te...
Već sam bego preko bašte... Ajd jedared i vi kašte... Il se skin′te...
Marim ja za bezbožnike prve vrste,
Što ćorišu levom dok se desnom krste...
Baška što za nji′ ne vredi nijedna od zapovedi,
Donacije već otvore rajske dveri za zlotvore...
Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej...
A s tim ću samo steći neke dušmane i jediveke
Beležnike što se mite. Činovnike nezasite...
Načelnike... i finanse... Okan'te se... Nema šanse...

Lajte kere varošanke... Kera sam i sam... Odlično vas znam...
Ne dam za vas žute banke... Lajte samo znajte da vas ne slušam...
Dok je meni moje ljubice... Moje bubice... I golubice...
Man′te me se gracki kerovi... Baš i niste neki zverovi...

Imo bi' ja što god kasti, bilo bi tu da se masti... Ali C!
Pre bi′ ti ja reko štošta pa da ne znam kol'ko košta... Sada? Duplo C! C!
Ne pominjem Te što su nas obrukali...
Iz mesta nas žandarima odrukali...
Dele zemlju i drumove na zaove i kumove...
Zakunu se pa odaju... Prepakuju pa prodaju...

Imo bi′ ja što god kasti, ej...
Nateraću na vrat bedu, 'oštaplere sve po redu:
Prefarbane stare kante... Promašene muzikante...
Razne vojne liferante... i berzanske špekulante...

Imo bi' ja što god kasti da se čovek zaprepasti... Paz′ da ne bi...
Svi to vide, svima jasno, samo ja da kažem glasno? Dođ′te sebi...
Što bi prič'o o dvoličnim barabama?
O njima će pisati po tarabama
Da su krali... nisko pali... tuđe snove prokartali...
Sve spiskali... sve popasli... I ispali nedorasli...
Imo bi′ ja što god kasti... ej...
Pa da mene stigne kazna? Da crvenim kad se sazna
Da su mi pajtaši stari ordinarni šibicari...
Prevaranti zlatousti... Lezilebi jedni pusti...

Lajte kere varošanke...

Town Dogs

I would have much to say, even to settle scores with these Authorities... But I won't...
The devil is there to tempt me... I'm here to resist... I'll hold strong...
I don't care for the "honest" ones who stray...
For the ministers, arrogant and perverse
I don't care for various patterns, notaries, young hustlers...
Who go to sleep as "straight" but wake up with four...
I would have much to say... hey...
For what? Look at the goat! Little use for a folk song!
I'm the last straw here, no one listens to me...

I would have much to say, a tail can't grow from that... But excuse me...
I've already jumped over the fence... Come on, you jump too... Or take it off...
I care about the first-class atheists,
Who steal with their left while crossing themselves with their right...
It doesn't matter that no commandment applies to them,
Donations already open the gates of heaven for evildoers...
I would have much to say, hey...
And with that, I'll only gain some enemies and haters
Notaries who take bribes. Insatiable clerks...
Chiefs... and finances... Forget it... No chance...

Bark, town dogs... I'm a dog myself... I know you well...
I won't give you a penny... Just bark, know that I don't listen...
As long as I have my sweetheart... My little bug... And my dove...
Leave me alone, you mangy dogs... You're not really beasts...

I would have much to say, there would be something to gain... But C!
I'd rather tell you a lot, even if I don't know the cost... Now? Double C! C!
I won't mention Those who have disgraced us...
Handed us over to the gendarmes from our town...
They divide land and roads among sisters-in-law and godfathers...
They swear oaths and then betray... Repackage and then sell...

I would have much to say, hey...
I'll bring trouble upon myself, hustlers all in a row:
Repainted old buckets... Failed musicians...
Various military suppliers... and stock market speculators...

I would have much to say that would leave one astonished... Be careful not to...
Everyone sees it, it's clear to everyone, should I be the one to say it out loud? Come to your senses...
Why talk about two-faced scoundrels?
They will be written about on fences
That they stole... fell low... gambled away other people's dreams...
Squandered everything... grazed everything... And turned out to be inadequate...
I would have much to say... hey...
And then I get punished? To blush when it's discovered
That my old buddies are ordinary hustlers...
Golden-tongued swindlers... Good-for-nothing lazybones...

Bark, town dogs...