Paroles et traduction en anglais Đorđe Balašević - Civutski Vrt

Civutski Vrt

Ako kročiš u čivutski vrt, na sedmo koleno čini će pasti...
I, ko da nema drugih bašti... Di sve pupi i sve šljašti...
Di na miru možeš šeboj i božure krasti...
Moja nesretna mati... Htela me spasti... Savetom finim...
Al morala je dotad znati... Da ne sme kasti... Šta da ne činim...

Šta je bedem neg' široki zid? Lako se zajaši... Ko stari čilaš...
Mahovina ko astragan... Da bez glasa šmugne dragan...
Ukraj neba se lepeza mlad šaran porcijaš...
Ruka zavesu miče... Trepte u tmini... Biserni zdenci...
Zbog nečeg đurđic uvek niče... Baš u tišini... I baš u senci...

Neću skoro onim šorom... Ne znam posle put odande...
Me sem čoro, moja lolo... Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...
Vetar cvili i leleče... Skini suknju i jeleče...
Nit ko mari, nit ko zna... Na ćer mande čingara...

Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt... Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić...
Bićeš žedan kraj bunara... I siromah s puno para...
Sve ćeš dijamante dati za smešni cirkončić...
Ko u tuđi vrt uđe... Crn lebac mesi... U crnom plehu...
Eh... "Ne poželi ništa tuđe..." Svi smrtni gresi... U tom su grehu...

Neću skoro onim šorom... Ne znam posle put odande...
Me sem čoro, moja lolo... Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...
Vetar cvili i leleče... Skini suknju i jeleče...
Nit ko mari, nit ko zna... Na ćer mande čingara...

Kao mrva iz džepa... Truni se lako... Život protekli...
Da, rekli su mi da je lepa... Ali baš tako? To nisu rekli...

Neću skoro onim šorom... Ne znam posle put odande...
Me sem čoro, moja lolo... Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...
Vetar cvili i leleče... Skini suknju i jeleče...
Nit ko mari, nit ko zna... Na ćer mande čingara...

Neću skoro onim šorom... Ne znam posle put odande...
Me sem čoro, moja lolo... Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...

Gypsy Garden

If you step foot in the gypsy garden, a curse will fall upon you for seven generations...
And, as if there were no other gardens... Where everything blooms and buzzes...
Where you can be at peace with yourself, and steal peonies...
My ill-fated mother... Wanted to save me... With some delicate advice.
But she should have known by then... That it was too late... To tell me what not to do...

What is a rampart but a wide wall? It is easy to clamber over... Like an old rascal...
Moss like astrakhan... So that your beloved can slip in without a sound...
Under the heavens' split, you're rationing yourself a portion of young carp...
A hand parts the curtain... Beads tremble in the darkness... Pearly wells...
For some reason, bleeding hearts always bloom... In silence... And in the shade...

I won't be back along that path anytime soon... I don't know the way back from there...
I'm a thief, my darling... May the thief path protect me...
The wind whines and howls... Take off your dress and bodice...
No one cares, and no one knows... About my gypsy daughter...

If you touch the gypsy garden... You will carry the curse as a silver bell...
You will go thirsty by the wellspring... And be poor with plenty of money...
You will give all your diamonds for a fake diamond...
Whoever enters a stranger's garden... Bakes black bread... In black iron...
Ah... "Do not covet anything that is another's..." All mortal sins... Lie in that sin...

I won't be back along that path anytime soon... I don't know the way back from there...
I'm a thief, my darling... May the thief path protect me...
The wind whines and howls... Take off your dress and bodice...
No one cares, and no one knows... About my gypsy daughter...

Like crumbs from a pocket... Life trickles away...
Yes, they told me she was beautiful... But that beautiful? They didn't tell me that...

I won't be back along that path anytime soon... I don't know the way back from there...
I'm a thief, my darling... May the thief path protect me...
The wind whines and howls... Take off your dress and bodice...
No one cares, and no one knows... About my gypsy daughter...

I won't be back along that path anytime soon... I don't know the way back from there...
I'm a thief, my darling... May the thief path protect me...