Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Otilia

Otilia

Jedva da se sečam
Dvanaest zvonćića na njenoj bluzici
Sam je crni đavo poturio note muzici
Vrtela prstić oko dugmeta
Starija joj sestra bila kao ukleta
Obečale kući da če doči i pre ponoći

Jedva da se sećam
Prvih pet-šest slova njenog imena
Mesec nešto flekav, k'o stara trumpeta limena
Vitlao Bozić jata zvezdana
Mrznuo je Dunav nizvodno od Bezdana
A u našem kraju, lepih seka iznad proseka

I baš lakonoga, za drugoga zaručena
A za mene naručena kod Boga
Moja lepotuška, nedopijen gutljaj vina
Dah karmina na krajićku opuška

Ko reči par u spomenar

Jedva da se sečam
Da je ribnjak bio srmom okovan
Tad i nikad više miris'o je sneg na jorgovan
O mati joj njena skrila papuče
Od mraza ringlov pred kučom napuće
U ocove čizme pa do čarde preko verande

Moja lakonoga, za drugoga zaručena
A za mene naručena kod Boga
Moja lepotuška, nedopijen gutljaj vina
Dah karmina na krajićku opuška
I teški lom u srcu mom

'Ajmo deco

Moja lakonoga, za drugoga zaručena
A za mene naručena kod Boga
Moja lepotuška, nedopijen gutljaj vina
Dah karmina na krajićku opuška
Ko reči par u spomenar

Moja lakonoga, za drugoga zaručena
A za mene naručena kod Boga
Moja lepotuška, nedopijen gutljaj vina
Dah karmina na krajićku opuška
I teški lom u srcu mom

Otilia

I can hardly remember
The twelve bells on your blouse
The devil himself must have slipped the notes into the music
You twirled your finger around the button
Your older sister was like a curse
You promised your family you'd come home before midnight

I can hardly remember
The first five or six letters of your name
The moon was crying, like an old trumpet made of tin
The Christmas wind whirled flocks of stars
The Danube was freezing downstream from Bezdan
And in our village, there were beautiful women, above average

And one, so light on her feet, she was engaged to another man
But for me, you were made by God
My beautiful one, an unfinished sip of wine
The scent of a poem on the edge of a whisper

Like a few words in a memorial

I can hardly remember
That the fishpond was rimmed with frost
Then and never again did the snow smell like lilac
Your mother hid your slippers
The cold made the crabapples swell outside the house
Into your father's boots, then across the porch to the tavern

My light-footed one, engaged to another man
But for me, you were made by God
My beautiful one, an unfinished sip of wine
The scent of a poem on the edge of a whisper
And a heavy break in my heart

Come on, child

My light-footed one, engaged to another man
But for me, you were made by God
My beautiful one, an unfinished sip of wine
The scent of a poem on the edge of a whisper
Like a few words in a memorial

My light-footed one, engaged to another man
But for me, you were made by God
My beautiful one, an unfinished sip of wine
The scent of a poem on the edge of a whisper
And a heavy break in my heart