Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Mati

Mati

Opet sam snio majku na praznični dan...
I kao lutnja bruji slutnja: šta bi značio taj san?
Hoklica izneta pod dud ko kad me čeka odnekud...
Sve mi se manje sviđa kad budem u pravu...
Sanovnik s masnim slovima...
Lako je to sa snovima...
Nešto mi teže ide kad tumačim javu...
U oku tamni odsjaji divljeg lešnika...
I, tu od skora, nova bora, zbog jedinca, grešnika...
Lanena letnja haljina sa veženim detaljima...
Taman uz krupne tufne na baštenskoj kanti...
U leji bujnog šeboja... U tom snu mlađa nego ja...
Onakva kakvu bih i želeo da pamtim...
O, mati, veje sneg... Ni to me ne raduje više...
Prošlo je zauvek... Severac pustolinom briše...
Čim dirne vode mirne hvata se led...
I ravno je unedogled...
Nadiru pahulje ko horde minulih minuta...
Niko ne strahuje što kasnim, što me nema s puta...
Da l' zima dušu ima?
Noć pusta je... To što me prati ne odustaje...
Sve ređe srećem ljude iz mog plemena...
Zamiču oni u koloni s one strane vremena...
Na zlo nas ume navesti varljivi šapat savesti...
Nisam baš bio sin što nosi dobre vesti...
Promiču lica predraga od nemila do nedraga...
Ka nekom tuđem snu u kom ćemo se sresti...
O, mati, veje sneg... Ni to me ne raduje više...
Prošlo je zauvek, severac pustolinom briše...
Čim dirne vode mirne hvata se led...
I ravno je ravno unedogled...
Nadiru pahulje ko horde minulih minuta...
Niko ne strahuje što kasnim, što me nema s puta...
Da l' zima dušu ima?
Noć pusta je... To što me prati ne odustaje...

Mother

I dreamed about my mother on a holiday again...
And like a lute hums a premonition: what would this dream mean?
A stool taken out under the mulberry tree like she's waiting for me from somewhere...
I like it less and less when I'm right...
A dream interpreter with bold letters...
It's easy with dreams...
I have a harder time when I interpret reality...
In the eye dark reflections of a wild hazelnut...
And there recently, a new wrinkle, because of my only son, a sinner...
A summer linen dress with embroidered details...
Just by the big daisies on the garden bin...
In the bed of a lush elderberry... In that dream younger than me...
The way I would like to remember her
Oh, mother, it's snowing... Even that doesn't make me happy anymore...
The past has gone forever... The north wind is erasing the desert...
As soon as it touches the calm waters, ice forms...
And it's flat as far as the eye can see...
Snowflakes are descending like hordes of past minutes...
No one worries that I'm late, that I'm not back from my journey...
Does winter have a soul?
The night is deserted... What follows me doesn't give up...
I meet people from my tribe less and less often...
They're disappearing in a column on the other side of time...
Evil can make us do things by tempting our consciences...
I wasn't exactly the son who brought good news...
Dear faces pass by from bad to worse...
Towards someone else's dream in which we'll meet...
Oh, mother, it's snowing... Even that doesn't make me happy anymore...
The past is gone forever, the north wind is erasing the desert...
As soon as it touches the calm waters, ice forms...
And it's flat as far as the eye can see...
Snowflakes are descending like hordes of past minutes...
No one worries that I'm late, that I'm not back from my journey...
Does winter have a soul?
The night is deserted... What follows me doesn't give up...