Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Nevernik

Nevernik

K′o ukleti jedrenjak
U gusti modri mrak
Uranja kolodvor
O, dobra noč Banja Luko!
Ne, ne dolazim
Samo prolazim
Nismo se videli dugo
Dal' to beše čast, šinjel maslinast?
Znam, ona spava sad
I možda ponekad
Predgrađem njenog sna
Prošeta ludi desetar
Dal′ ikad pomisli
Uz prozor pokisli
Il' je sve pomeo vetar?
Hej, oči čarne ispred kasarne!
Njenima nisam bio po volji
Važno im bilo odakle su moji
Zašto to smeta, sa ovog su sveta?
Hlebotvorci, čestit soj
Njen me je baba uz'o na nišan
Dal′ sam od njinih il′ baš i nisam?
Sloven sam, belac, slobodni strelac
Mani se čiča, ja sam svoj
Od Stare Kanjiže
Pa malko naniže
Gde Tisa uspori
Diči ču salaš na bregu
Možda im pobegne
Kad žito polegne
Kad se jarebice legu
Možda kad sneva, meni dospeva
Otpravnik klima crvenom kapom
"Vreme je bilo, 'ajmo polako"
Prosipa vetar behara pehar
Spavaj mala, mašala
Ne volim kad me uzmu na nišan
Dal′ sam od njinih il' baš i nisam?
Sloven sam, belac, slobodni strelac
Za svaki slučaj, još uvek samo svoj

The Unbeliever

Like a cursed sailboat
Into the thick blue darkness
The train station sinks
Oh, good night Banja Luka!
No, I'm not coming
I'm just passing through
We haven't seen each other in a while
Was it an honor, that olive-green overcoat?
I know, she's sleeping now
And maybe sometimes
In the suburb of her dream
A crazy sergeant strolls
Does she ever think
By the rain-soaked window
Or has the wind swept it all away?
Hey, those dark eyes in front of the barracks!
Her family didn't like me
All they cared about was where my family was from
Why does that matter, we're from the same world?
Breadwinners, honest folk
Her grandmother had me in her sights
Am I one of them or not?
I'm a Slovene, a white man, a free spirit
Leave me alone, old man, I'm my own man
From Stara Kanjiža
And a little further down
Where the Tisza slows down
A beautiful homestead stands on the hill
Maybe she'll run away
When the wheat falls
When the partridges lay their eggs
Maybe when she's dreaming, I'll come to her
The stationmaster nods with a red cap
"It's time, let's go slowly"
The wind spills the cup of wildflowers
Sleep well, my love
I don't like it when people take aim at me
Am I one of them or not?
I'm a Slovene, a white man, a free spirit
Just to be on the safe side, I'm still my own man