Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Neki Novi Klinci (Live)

Neki Novi Klinci (Live)

Moj deda veæ dugo
Ore nebeske njive.
Ali baka jo? èuva sve stvari
I sliku na? eg sveca.
Na dan kad sam rodjen
Tu je posadjen orah,
I u avliji, pod gustom kro? njom,
Sad igraju se deca.
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
Kroz maglu treperi
Devet sveæa na torti.
(Tad sam dobio par mandarina
I malog belog zeca).
U maju, jo? uvek,
Zriju kom? ijske ba? te,
Ali tre? nje i zelene kajsije,
Kradu druga deca.
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
Moj drugar Milutin,
Druga klupa do vrata,
Ima klinca od èetiri i po
I uèi ga da peca.
Ponekad ga sretnem,
Mahne kroz prozor kola,
A u porti, za loptom sad jurcaju
Neka druga deca.
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
A ja, ja se kockam
S prevarantom? ivotom.
Iz rukava on svakoga dana
Izvuèe nekog keca.
I stari mi ka? u:
"Sad si u pravom dobu!"
A u ulicu Jovana Cvijiæa
Rastu druga deca.
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci...

Neki Novi Klinci (Live)

My grandpa's in the Heavenly fields,
Patching up the big blue sky.
But grandma still keeps all his things,
His pictures by the candlelight.
On the day I came to be,
They planted me a walnut tree,
And in our yard, beneath its boughs,
Now run some kids, a merry crowd.
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
My mom shimmers in the fog,
Nine candles burning on the cake.
(That day I got a few tangerines
And a tiny, white plush rabbit).
In May, always,
Apricot pie coos gently,
But green, ripe apricots,
Other kids are stealing.
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
My buddy Milutin,
Second desk by the door,
His kid is four and half,
And he teaches him to fish.
Sometimes I bump into him,
He waves through the car window,
And in our yard, after the ball
New children run.
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
And I, I gamble
With a cheating life.
Out of his sleeve, every day,
He pulls a joker card.
And my old man tells me:
"You're in the prime of your life!"
But in Jovana Cvijic's street,
Other kids are growing.
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids...