Paroles et traduction Đorđe Balašević - Unikatna

Unikatna

O, kao lud je sjao,
Pa za vrbe pao mesec pegavi...
Pa im zaturili kofer
I nije hteo šofer da ih sačeka...
Izvadio nas neki,
Moj ortak zvani Šeki (ne znate ga vi)...
Uf, ume da se breči,
Al' tad mi je bez reči
Dao ključ od spačeka.
Njih tri su kasnile,
Dakle, na pripreme državnog tima...
Meni je prilično spasao dan
Taj kofer lakovan...
Suze ponekad zacakle
Da vide da l' tu viteza ima...
(Nego!)
Ne pitaj dvaput, idemo na put,
Rođen sam spakovan...
Još tu i tamo šumi Mura,
Al' sve je manje avantura...
I nit se može zlatom platiti,
Nit nekim božjim satom vratiti...
Taj zamah mača Svetog Jurja...
Svi dobri dusi Međimurja...
Taman vetrićka da lice švićka
I unikatna mala Savićka...
Sve od Nedelišća
Do Murskog Središća
Pratio nas Zrinjski...
Topovi tukli, picoki i štrukli
Dobijali krila...
Njene su drugarice zaspale čedno,
Baš ono istinski...
Al' mala Savićka znala je bajke,
A bajka je i bila...
Još tu i tamo šumi Mura,
Al' sve je manje avantura...
I nit se može zlatom platiti,
Nit nekim božjim satom vratiti...
Taj zamah mača
Svetog Jurja...
Svi dobri dusi Međimurja...
Taman vetrićka
Da lice švićka
I unikatna mala Savićka...
A znala je i priču o Fiolini. .
O ljubičici i violini...
I niko posumnjao ne bi
Da ne priča priču o sebi...
Zatreskao se blentoš blentavi,
Ma nije valda da smo već u Lendavi?
Tad se protegla, pospana, lenjiva... Neprocenjiva.
Još tu i tamo šumi Mura,
Al' sve je manje avantura...
I nit se može zlatom platiti,
Nit nekim božjim satom vratiti...
Taj zamah mača
Svetog Jurja...
Svi dobri dusi Međimurja...
Taman vetrićka da lice švićka
I unikatna mala Savićka...
(Uhu-uhu)
Već nigdar nebo avantura,
Sve naše brijege odrala je Mura.
I nit se može zlatom platiti,
Nit nekim božjim satom vratiti...
Taj zamah mača
Svetog Jurja...
Svi dobri dusi Međimurja...
Radio "Nemir", vetrić što švićka
I unikatna mala Savićka...
Radio "Nemir", vetrić što švićka
I mala Savićka...
Radio "Nemir"
I Savićka.

Unique

Oh, like a madman he shone,
Then for the willows fell the moon spotted...
Then they stuffed their suitcase
And the driver didn't want to wait for them...
Some guy took us out,
My partner called Sheki (you don't know him)...
Whew, he can really talk,
But then without words to me
He gave the key to the car.
The three of them were late,
So, for the state team's preparations...
He pretty much saved my day
That lacquered suitcase...
Tears sometimes flash by
Just to see that there is a knight here...
(No kidding!)
Don't ask twice, let's go on a trip,
I was born packed...
Here and there the Mura still murmurs,
But there's less and less adventure...
And neither with gold can it be bought,
Nor returned by some divine hour...
That swing of Saint George's sword...
All the good souls of Međimurje...
Just a breeze to caress the face
And the unique little Savićka...
All the way from Nedelišće
To Mursko Središće
Zrinjski followed us...
Cannons fired, picoki and štrukli
Gained wings...
Her girlfriends had fallen asleep with grace,
Just true elegance...
But little Savićka knew fairy tales,
And a fairy tale was what it was...
Here and there the Mura still murmurs,
But there's less and less adventure...
And neither with gold can it be bought,
Nor returned by some divine hour...
That swing of the sword
Of Saint George...
All the good souls of Međimurje...
Just a breeze
To caress the face
And the unique little Savićka...
And she even knew the story of Fiolina...
About the violet and the violin...
And no one would have doubted
That she wasn't telling a story about herself...
The stupid blentoš fell in love,
Surely we're not in Lendava already?
Then she stretched, sleepy, lazy... Priceless.
Here and there the Mura still murmurs,
But there's less and less adventure...
And neither with gold can it be bought,
Nor returned by some divine hour...
That swing of the sword
Of Saint George...
All the good souls of Međimurje...
Just a breeze to caress the face
And the unique little Savićka...
(Whoa-oh-oh)
No longer adventures in the sky,
All our hills were washed away by the Mura.
And neither with gold can it be bought,
Nor returned by some divine hour...
That swing of the sword
Of Saint George...
All the good souls of Međimurje...
Radio "Nemir", the breeze that caresses
And the unique little Savićka...
Radio "Nemir", the breeze that caresses
And little Savićka...
Radio "Nemir"
And Savićka.