Текст песни и перевод на английский Đorđe Balašević - Boze, Boze...

Boze, Boze...

Boze, Boze
Di bas ja, od svih sretnih cigana
Da se rodim bas kad zadremas
Da me ne blagoslovis nikad ni ne
Oslovis
Dok za nekim, makar kakvim
Vasar raspremas

24 dinara duzan sam kod mlinara
Kod kovaca ne smem svracati
Juri me ducandzija
Svicka za mnom kamdzija
Jedva imam svirce placati

Za mnom cika, za mnom potraga
A preda mnom put za dovraga
Bar da mi je ficok rakije
Tu bi moglo da se sakrije

Jos kad onda svirci nagare
Sve cu dati, sve cu propiti
Samo necu moje malo magare
S belegom na levoj kopiti

Niko mene ne zna slusati
Ko moj verni drugar usati
Zamnom ici i sanjariti
A ne kvariti

Boze, Boze
Di bas ja od svih spretnih cigana
Naspram zvezda da se zagubim
Dok sam konje pojio vrag je drum
Prespojio
On je hteo da se u nju belu zaljubim

Samo ako ista znam
Onda znam da budem sam
Tu sam isti na mog ujaka
Lula i kabanica, britva i brojanica
A prijatelja ko u kurjaka

Ref.
Za mnom cika, za mnom potraga
A preda mnom put za dovraga
Bar da mi je ficok rakije
Tu bi moglo da se sakrije

Pa kad svirci nagare
Zadnji gros cu propiti
Ali ne dam magare
S belegom na levoj kopiti

Di je da je neka je
Samo nek daleka je
Da je duze trajalo
Ne bi valjalo

Boze, Boze
Di bas ja od svih gresnih cigana
Da padnem na sitnim gresima
Ne das mi je videti i to od ruke ide ti
Mora da je besposleno na nebesima

Sticu sutra do mraka
Do komsijskog oblaka
Pod njim cu se opet roditi
Nisi ti na nebu sam
Bogova je povazdan
S nekim cu se vec nagoditi

Ref.

Kog sad ljubi sanjiva
Kad se dan razdanjiva
Kom sad zamke postavlja
Kog li nocas ostavlja

Boze, Boze...

God, oh God
Why me, of all the fortunate gypsies
To be born right when you fell asleep
To never be blessed, nor even
Addressed
While for someone, anyone
You cleaned up the fair

I owe 24 dinars to the miller
I can't go near the blacksmith
The grocer is after me
The butcher swings a stick at me
I can barely afford to pay the musicians

Behind me is the chase, the search
But ahead of me is the path to paradise
If only I had a bottle of brandy
I could hide it there

And when the drums start beating
I'll give everything, I'll drink everything
But I won't give up my little donkey
With the white mark on his left hoof

No one listens to me
Like my faithful friend, the donkey
He follows me, dreaming
And doesn't get in the way

God, oh God
Why me, of all the clever gypsies
To get lost among the stars
While I was watering the horses, the devil
Changed the path
He wanted me to fall in love with that fair one

Only if I knew the same
Then I know I'd be alone
I'm just like my uncle
A pipe and a coat, a razor and a rosary
And friends like a hen's teeth

Ref.
Behind me is the chase, the search
But ahead of me is the path to paradise
If only I had a bottle of brandy
I could hide it there

When the drums beat
I'll drink even my last penny
But I won't give up my donkey
With the white mark on his left hoof

Wherever she is, let her be
Just let her be far away
If it had lasted longer
It wouldn't have been right

God, oh God
Why me, of all the sinful gypsies
To fall for such petty sins
You won't let me see her, and that's from your own hand
It must be awfully quiet up in heaven

I'll toil from sunrise to sunset
To reach the neighboring cloud
Beneath it I'll be born again
You're not alone in heaven
It's the gods' holiday
I'll come to an agreement with someone

Ref.

Who does she dream of now
As the day dawns?
For whom does she set traps?
Whom does she abandon tonight?