Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Posvadjana Pesma

Posvadjana Pesma

Sa katedrale tri puta lupilo
Dosta se zvezdica na misu skupilo
Ploćnik k'o potočić
Posrebren,krivuden
Zar su se ulice ponovo smanjile
A senke brestova utanjile
Il' ja to nisam predugo prošao tuda
Rasipam korake, k'o pijan dinare
Od Mičurinove do Detelinare
Nemir me vuče njoj svojim tankim vlaknom
Možda se upravo malo odljutila
Možda je nekako naslutila
Kakva se drama odvija pod mojom jaknom
A mesec pojma nema
Matora lola drema
Jutros je lumpov'o po Kini
Dok se sa sobom borim
Da tačno izgovorim
Tu tešku stranu reć - izvini
Ona me voli, znam, OK, ne suviše
Al' taman dovoljno,da krišom uzdiše
Kada me tračeri ubace u šemu
Skripuću oblaci pod njenim nogama
Ne da se ludica tvrdoglava
Štaviše, piše udžbenik na istu temu
Samo je vetar sretan
Vrti se k'o baletan
U svojoj sivoj pelerini
Dok moje misli traže kako se ono
Po naški kaže
Ta teška strana reč - izvini
A mesec pojma nema
Matora lola drema
Jutros je lumpov'o po Kini
Dok se sa sobom borim
Da tačno izgovorim
Tu tešku stranu reć - izvini
Samo je vetar sretan
Vrti se k'o baletan
U svojoj sivoj pelerini
Dok moje misli traže kako se ono
Po naški kaže
Ta teška strana reč - izvini
Izvini
Izvini
Izvini
Izvini
Izvini

Quarrel Song

The cathedral bells chimed three times
A host of stars gathered for the mass
The sidewalk like a stream
Silvery, winding
Have the streets gotten smaller again
Or have the shadows of the elm trees grown thinner
Or have I not been here in too long
I strew my steps like a drunkard strews dimes
From Mičurinova to Detelinara
A restlessness draws me to her with its thin thread
Perhaps she has just calmed down a little
Perhaps she has somehow sensed
What drama is unfolding under my jacket
But the moon has no idea
The old fool is slumbering
This morning he was hoodluming around in China
While I struggle with myself
To utter precisely
That difficult four-letter word - sorry
She loves me, I know, OK, not excessively
But just enough to sigh in secret
When the gossipers throw me into the scheme
Clouds creak beneath her feet
Madness is intractable
Moreover, it writes a textbook on the same subject
Only the wind is happy
It whirls like a ballet dancer
In its gray cloak
While my thoughts search for how it is said
In our language
That difficult four-letter word - sorry
But the moon has no idea
The old fool is slumbering
This morning he was hoodluming around in China
While I struggle with myself
To utter precisely
That difficult four-letter word - sorry
Only the wind is happy
It whirls like a ballet dancer
In its gray cloak
While my thoughts search for how it is said
In our language
That difficult four-letter word - sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry
Sorry