Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Mala Vidra

Mala Vidra

Kao šlajer pada nedelja
Na liciderski Novi Sad.
Mala riđa vidra s Begeja
Dolunjala u grad...
Tri se noći potom smucala
Po zatonima moga sna...
Kolko vrški je razbucala
To samo ona zna.
Od tog doba mesečarim,
Krenem šorom pa svečarim...
Čule bande pa mi o glave rade,
Sve se čarde zbog mene uparade...
Samo pijandure banče bez tambure...
Al' ko tuguje redom lumpuje...
Starogradske, turske, ruske pa madžarske...
Jutro ću spiriti, neću se smiriti,
Dok ne nađem stih
Koji me ne podseća na nju.
Ej, ume mraz da vrhom nožića
Na prozor čuda našara...
Anđele i zvona Božića
I srca s vašara...
Pa doslika kućerak i ladolež na plotu...
I onda snevaš snove što se snuju jednom u životu...
Voli se jedared, ne više,
A i to je previše...
Od tog doba mesečarim,
Krenem šorom pa svečarim...
Čule bande pa mi o glave rade,
Sve se čarde zbog mene uparade...
Samo pijandure banče bez tambure...
Al' ko tuguje redom lumpuje...
Starogradske, turske, ruske pa madžarske...
Jutro ću spiriti, neću se smiriti,
Dok ne nađem stih
Koji me ne podseća na nju.
Od tog doba mesečarim,
Krenem šorom pa svečarim...
Čule bande pa mi o glave rade,
Sve se čarde zbog mene uparade...
Samo pijandure banče bez tambure...
Al' ko tuguje redom lumpuje...
Starogradske, turske, ruske pa madžarske...
Jutro ću spiriti, neću se smiriti,
Dok ne nađem stih
Koji me ne podseća na nju.
Koji me ne podseća na nju.
Koji me ne podseća na.

The Little Otter

Sunday falls like a veil
On the picturesque New Sad.
A little ginger otter from Begej
Has sauntered into the city...
Three nights later, she was skulking
In the twilight of my dreams...
How many hearts she has stirred
Only she knows.
Since then I've been sleepwalking,
I set out on the road and wander...
The gangs have heard and are after me,
Every tavern is fired up because of me...
Only the drunkards are sitting around without tambourines...
But whoever sorrows, sorrows hard...
Old city, Turkish, Russian, and Hungarian...
I'll drink at daybreak, I won't rest,
Until I find a verse
That doesn't remind me of her.
Hey, the frost knows how to draw wonders
On the window with the tip of a knife...
Angels and Christmas bells
And hearts from the market...
Then suddenly, a little house and icicles on the fence...
And then you dream dreams that you only dream once in a lifetime...
Love once, no more,
And even that is too much...
Since then I've been sleepwalking,
I set out on the road and wander...
The gangs have heard and are after me,
Every tavern is fired up because of me...
Only the drunkards are sitting around without tambourines...
But whoever sorrows, sorrows hard...
Old city, Turkish, Russian, and Hungarian...
I'll drink at daybreak, I won't rest,
Until I find a verse
That doesn't remind me of her.
Since then I've been sleepwalking,
I set out on the road and wander...
The gangs have heard and are after me,
Every tavern is fired up because of me...
Only the drunkards are sitting around without tambourines...
But whoever sorrows, sorrows hard...
Old city, Turkish, Russian, and Hungarian...
I'll drink at daybreak, I won't rest,
Until I find a verse
That doesn't remind me of her.
That doesn't remind me of her.
That doesn't remind me of.