Текст песни и перевод на английский Đorđe Balašević - Kao Rani Mraz

Kao Rani Mraz

Dolmom idu majski svatovi
Nisu moji nego bratovi
To da je bratas mladji od mene
Vise niko ni ne spomene

Svi redom pregli bele pegaze
Da djurdjevak uz put ne gaze
Tamburasa tri fijakera
Sram ga bilo ko god zakera

Oprosti mi
Moja rano rana,
Oprosti mi, sreco bogom dana
Bez reci si na basamak stala
A, na moj zivot
Ta je tvoja tuga pala
Kao pokora, kao rani mraz

Gledala me jedna ista ti
Ja sam jos i mog'o pristati
Al' srce
Ono se k'o jare opire
Retko ko do njega dopire

Oprosti mi,
Moja rano rana
Oprosti mi,
Sreco bogom dana
Pod nebom je
Ognjeno i snezno
Al' malo sta jos ume
Da ubije nezno
Da ne primetis
Kao rani mraz

Oprosti mi,
Moja rano rana
Oprosti mi,
Sreco bogom dana
Pod nebom je
Ognjeno i snezno
Al' malo sta jos ume
Da ubije nezno
Da ne primetis
Kao rani mraz

Poljem idu svatovi
Svatovi su bratovi
Mlada prava partija
Lepsa neg' bogatija
Poljem ceze strucaju
Momci uvis pucaju
Muzika ne zastaje
Sa dusom se rastaje

Poljem idu svatovi
Svatovi su bratovi
Mlada prava partija
Lepsa neg' bogatija
Poljem ceze strucaju
Momci uvis pucaju
Muzika ne zastaje
Sa dusom se rastaje

As Early Frost

The May wedding guests travel by minivans
They're not mine, but my brother’s
That my brother is younger than me
No one remembers anymore

One by one, they cross over the white daisies
So as not to trample upon the May Day flowers
Three carriage-drawn tamburitza bands
May they be shamed for all eternity if they curse

Forgive me
My darling
Forgive me, joy given by God
You appeared on the doorstep without a sound
But, on my life
Your sadness has fallen
Like a punishment, like an early frost

The one and only, you looked at me
I could still have agreed
But my heart
Resists wild like a young goat
Rare is the one who can reach it

Forgive me
My darling
Forgive me
Joy given by God
Under the sky
There is fire and snow
But it knows how to do one more thing
To tenderly kill
So that you don't notice
As an early frost

Forgive me
My darling
Forgive me
Joy given by God
Under the sky
There is fire and snow
But it knows how to do one more thing
To tenderly kill
So that you don't notice
As an early frost

The wedding guests are traversing the fields
The wedding guests are my brother’s
The bride is a real catch
More beautiful than she is wealthy
Wheat ears are sprinkled in the fields
The boys shoot up into the heights
The music does not stop
The soul bids farewell

The wedding guests are traversing the fields
The wedding guests are my brother’s
The bride is a real catch
More beautiful than she is wealthy
Wheat ears are sprinkled in the fields
The boys shoot up into the heights
The music does not stop
The soul bids farewell