Текст песни и перевод на английский Đorđe Balašević - Svirajte mi jesen stiže

Svirajte mi jesen stiže

Toga jutra sam stigao putničkom klasom,
Pa kući sa stanice časom,
Kroz bašte i prečice znane.
A u vojsci sam stekao druga do groba
I hroničnu upalu zgloba
- Suvenir na stražarske dane.
Ušao sam na prstima,
Mati beše već budna i brzo se prekrstila.
Reče: "Prošlo je k'o za čas,
Baš si stigao dobro jer svatovi su tu do nas
Pa će ti svirati a ti ćeš birati".
Svadba beše k'o svadba, i šta da se priča,
Parada pijanstva i kiča
I poznata cura u belom.
Već po redu poželeh im zdravlja i sreće,
Iz ruku mi otela cveće
I sakrila pogled pod velom.
Tad me spaziše cigani,
Kum je tražio pesmu, al' ja sam stig'o, briga njih!
Širok osmeh i zlatan zub:
"Znam da nije ti lako, al' danas nemoj biti grub
Nego zapovedi šta ćemo svirati!"
Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", jesen rana,
Nek zazvone tambure u transu.
Znam da nije pesma ova za veselje i svatovac,
Al' ja moram čuti tu romansu!
Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", al' polako,
Da mi ne bi koja reč promakla.
Sklon'te čaše i bokale, razbio bih svet od šale,
Da je samo slučajno od stakla, dunjo moja...
Retko odlazim kući a pišem još ređe,
I slike su bleđe i bleđe,
Pa lepe potiskuju ružne.
Al' nekad poručim piće i tako to krene,
Pa stignem u svatove njene,
Sve prave su ljubavi tužne.
Nikom ne pričam o tome.
Brzo dođe taj talas i znam da ću da potonem.
Spas mi donose cigani,
Oni imaju srce, za svakog od nas, briga njih,
Oni me pitaju šta da sviraju...
Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", jesen rana,
Nek zazvone tambure u transu.
Znam da nije pesma ova za veselje i svatovac,
Al' ja moram čuti tu romansu!
Svirajte mi "Jesen stiže dunjo moja", al' polako,
Da mi ne bi koja reč promakla.
Sklon'te čaše i bokale, razbio bih svet od šale,
Da je samo slučajno od stakla, dunjo moja...

The Autumn Is Coming, My Sweetheart

I arrived in economy class that morning,
And walked home from the station for a change,
Through familiar gardens and shortcuts.
And in the army I found a friend for life,
And a chronic inflammation of the joints
- A souvenir from my sentry duties.
I entered on tiptoe,
Mother was already awake and quickly crossed herself.
She said: "It went by in a flash,
You arrived just in time because the wedding guests are here,
And they'll play for you and you'll choose".
The wedding was like a wedding, no need to tell,
A parade of drunkenness and kitsch,
And a beautiful girl in white.
I wished them health and happiness in turn,
She grabbed the flowers from my hands,
And hid her gaze beneath a veil.
Then the Gypsies spotted me,
The best man asked for a song, but I had just arrived, what did they care!
A wide smile and a golden tooth:
"I know it's not easy for you, but don't be rude today,
Just tell us what to play!"
Play me "Autumn is Coming, My Sweetheart", early autumn,
Let the tambura resonate in a trance.
I know this song is not for joy and wedding guests,
But I have to hear that romance!
Play me "Autumn is Coming, My Sweetheart", but slowly,
So that not a single word escapes me.
Remove the glasses and the mugs, I'd smash the world for a joke,
If it were only made of glass, my sweetheart...
I rarely go home and write even less,
And the pictures are more and more faded,
For the beautiful ones are displacing the ugly ones.
But sometimes I order a drink and that's how it starts,
And I end up at her wedding,
All true loves are sad.
I don't tell anyone about it.
That wave comes quickly and I know I'll drown.
The Gypsies bring me salvation,
They have a heart, for each one of us, what do they care,
They ask me what to play...
Play me "Autumn is Coming, My Sweetheart", early autumn,
Let the tambura resonate in a trance.
I know this song is not for joy and wedding guests,
But I have to hear that romance!
Play me "Autumn is Coming, My Sweetheart", but slowly,
So that not a single word escapes me.
Remove the glasses and the mugs, I'd smash the world for a joke,
If it were only made of glass, my sweetheart...