Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Maliganska (Live)

Maliganska (Live)

Zivot bas i nije Bog zna sta
Al' za svaki slucaj
Uvek uzmem sta mi da
Frtalj 'leba, metar neba
I pun sesir sna
Al' djavo gleda
Da i njemu bude fino
Pa katkad sav taj dzumbus
Umoci u vino
Dajte mi vino, vino nek se toci
Dok traju dani, a narocito noci
Jer tu je tuga
Ta moja verna druga
A kad je tuga
Onda treba da se cuga
Dajte mi vino
Ja nemam drugih zelja
Ni blizeg roda, ni boljih prijatelja
Jer tu je tuga
Ta moja crna kuga
A kad je tuga
Onda mora da se cuga
Srecu sam ko rukav izvrto
S vrha brda svaka staza vodi nizbrdo
Malo ko je, cedo moje, tome izvrdo
Ali kad cugnem, ja lakse misli sredim
Znam, tu sam 'di sam
Al' bar se manje jedim
Dajte mi vino, vino nek se toci
Dok traju dani, a narocito noci
Jer tu je tuga
Ta moja verna druga
A kad je tuga
Onda treba da se cuga
S jeseni, kad bagrem opadne
Potera me maler, stagod pocnem propadne
Jos mi se u inat
Ta sto ne sme dopadne
E stara rana se vida starim lekom
Dabome vinom, ta ne bi valjda mlekom

Maliganska (Live)

Life is really not much to write home about
But just in case
I always take what it gives me
A quarter of a loaf, a meter of sky
And a full hat of dreams
But the devil watches
So that he can have a good time too
So sometimes all that hokey pokey
He dips in wine
Give me wine, let the wine pour
While the days last, and especially the nights
For there is sorrow
That faithful companion of mine
And when there is sorrow
Then one must drink
Give me wine
I have no other desires
No close relatives, no better friends
For there is sorrow
That black plague of mine
And when there is sorrow
Then one must drink
I've turned luck inside out like a sleeve
From the top of the hill, every path leads down
Few, my boy, have resisted it
But when I drink, I clear my mind more easily
I know where I am
But at least I eat less
Give me wine, let the wine pour
While the days last, and especially the nights
For there is sorrow
That faithful companion of mine
And when there is sorrow
Then one must drink
In the autumn, when the copper beech leaves fall
The painter haunts me, whatever I do, it fails
He even makes me like
What I'm not supposed to like
An old wound is healed by an old remedy
With wine, of course, it wouldn't be milk