Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Noć kad je Tisa nadošla

Noć kad je Tisa nadošla

Spalio je juli seno
A Tisa nezapamceno opala
I otkrila sprud kraj slepa
K′o stvoren za njena lepa stopala

Stari joj je bio ladjar
Polu Rumun, polu Madjar, besni ker
Prema meni nikad zao
Nekako je znao, da mu volim kcer

Bodom sitnim kao prezla
Moje ime je izvezla, stidljivo
Plavim koncem na gacice
I pod karner spavacice, jedva vidljivo

Skrila camac mlada trska
Koju mozes sa dva prsta poviti
Molila se Bogu suse
Da sto duze ne da im otploviti

Tu noc je Tisa nadosla
A na njoj nosnja raskosna
Samo sandalice, prstencic
I u kosi vencic od ivanjskog cveca
Pa ipak, nije nesreca sto me se ona ne seca
Ma kakvi, nesreca je sto se ja nje secam

Nastavila voda rasti
Nije htela naglas kazti, a znala je
Drugog jutra sve po starom
Al' nikad da sladje garov zalaje

Zaklela me da je cekam
Da ce me se cela veka secati
Na promaji zar malakse
Ima l′ ista lakse neg' obec

Tu noc je Tisa nadosla
A na njoj nosnja raskosna
Samo sandalice, prstencic
I u kosi vencic od ivanjskog cveca
Pa ipak, nije nesreca sto me se ona ne seca
Ma kakvi, nesreca je sto se ja nje secam

The Night the Tisza Flooded

The sun burned the hay in July
And the Tisza sank into oblivion
And revealed a sandy beach beside the blind man
As if created for her beautiful feet

An old man was her ferryman
Half Romanian, half Hungarian, a raging bull
Never cruel to me
Somehow he knew that I loved his daughter

With threads fine as gold
She embroidered my name, shyly
With blue thread on her panties
And on the sleeping pants under her skirt, barely visible

The young reeds hid the boat
Which you could bend with two fingers
She prayed to God in vain
Not to let them sail away for as long as possible

That night the Tisza flooded
And on it a luxurious outfit
Only sandals, a little ring
And a wreath of midsummer flowers in her hair
Still, it is not a misfortune that she does not remember me
No, the misfortune is that I remember her

The water continued to rise
It did not want to say it out loud, but it knew
Everything would be the same the next morning
But the hounds would never bark more sweetly

She made me swear to wait for her
That she would remember me for the rest of her life
Do I faint in the draft
Is there an easier way to forget than to promise

That night the Tisza flooded
And on it a luxurious outfit
Only sandals, a little ring
And a wreath of midsummer flowers in her hair
Still, it is not a misfortune that she does not remember me
No, the misfortune is that I remember her