Moja draga sad je u Japanu - Đorđe Balašević traduction en anglais

Moja draga sad je u Japanu

Moja je draga vestica
O tom ni reci nikome
Na zidu ispod ikone
Sara srca i slova
Ume sa retkim travkama
Mundari tajno s cavkama
U san dozove dobre trolove
I uvek osvane nova
Kada prodje ribljom pijacom
Svi sapucu, evo je, bice nevolje
Ali blenu kao pijani njenom podsuknjom, omadijani
Moja je draga najbolja
Andjeo dobrog naboja
Prosek u nedra prolije
I eto ti carolije
Druge mi za cas posade
Bezbojnu ruzu dosade
Drzimo palce vrag i ja
Da potraje ta magija
Moja je draga vestica
Uvraca trista prepreka
Odavde do Beckereka
I oko carde kod Zablja
Kad se na putu zadrzim
Paprenu corbu zaprzim
Munja se nebom razmase
Kao zlatna sablja
I samo baja
I na pertle mi vezuje cvorove
Sto sve govore
Al' dok mirno spava posten svet
Dugo se mirimo
To je tek vatromet
Moja je draga najbolja
Andjeo dobrog naboja
Prosek u nedra prolije
I eto ti carolije
Druge mi za cas posade
Bezbojnu ruzu dosade
Drzimo palce vrag i ja
Da potraje ta magija
Moja je draga najbolja
Andjeo dobrog naboja
Prosek u nedra prolije
I eto ti carolije
Druge mi za cas posade
Bezbojnu ruzu dosade
Drzimo palce vrag i ja
Da potraje ta magija
Da potraje ta magija
Da potraje, o oo.

My darling is in Japan now

My darling is a little sorceress
Keep this a secret
On the wall beneath the icon
With all thy heart and writing
A painting with flowers rare
A slapdash design with charms
In my dreams she calls the good trolls
And a new day dawns
When she strolls the fish market
They all hush and say: here she comes, there’ll be trouble
But I stare like a drunkard at her petticoats, enchanted
My darling is the best
An angel with a good payload
She pours milk into the womb
And there you have a spell
Others only planted in me for a moment
A colorless rose of boredom
The devil and I keep our fingers crossed
To make this magic last
My darling is a little sorceress
She conjured up three hundred obstacles
From here to Beckerek
And around the gate at Zabalj
When I get stuck on the road
I boil a spicy broth
Lightning smashes across the sky
Like a golden sword
And just mumbles
And ties knots in my laces
What everybody says
But while the honest world sleeps soundly
We have a long reconciliation
This is just a burst of fireworks
My darling is the best
An angel with a good payload
She pours milk into the womb
And there you have a spell
Others only planted in me for a moment
A colorless rose of boredom
The devil and I keep our fingers crossed
To make this magic last
My darling is the best
An angel with a good payload
She pours milk into the womb
And there you have a spell
Others only planted in me for a moment
A colorless rose of boredom
The devil and I keep our fingers crossed
To make this magic last
To make this magic last
To last, oh oh.