Текст и перевод песни Ceca - Trula visnja

Trula visnja

Iz tašne ruž pade na pod
Od šoka kad te videh da ležiš kraj nje
I razbi se poslednji kliker mog nadanja
Da sanjam to sve

U zlo doba puče ko iz pakosti
Lastiš moje hrabrosti

Pala sam u zoru, pala
Više nisam izdržala
Sad neka mi iz knjige rođenih
Ime brišu

Na tom mestu gde sam pala
Ostala je mrlja mala
Kao da je neko zgazio
Trulu višnju

Psovah je i gurnuh je
Onako kako umem ja, ženstveno
Al' odbi me taj tvoj pogled pun mržnje
I baci na tlo
Radujte se duše, sitne prodane
Od iste ste rđe skovane

Pala sam u zoru, pala
Više nisam izdržala
Sad neka mi iz knjige rođenih
Ime brišu

Na tom mestu gde sam pala
Ostala je mrlja mala
Kao da je neko zgazio
Trulu višnju

Ta ista ja što je blistala
Do samih zvezda se dizala
Sad tu puzi pred tobom i njom
Ta ista ja

Slomljenih dugih noktiju
I pocepanih čarapa
U taj se prizor ne uklapa
Ista ja

Pala sam u zoru, pala
Više nisam izdržala
Sad neka mi iz knjige rođenih
Ime brišu

Na tom mestu gde sam pala
Ostala je mrlja mala
Kao da je neko zgazio
Trulu višnju

Trula visnja

From the vase of roses, a petal fell on the floor,
The shock of seeing you beside it, shattered my last hope.
That all my dreams were nothing more
Than an illusion.

At the worst of times, you shattered me out of spite,
Stealing my courage.

I fell at dawn, I fell
I couldn't bear it anymore.
Now let them erase my name
From the book of the living.

Where I fell, there remains
A small stain,
As if someone had stepped on
A rotten cherry.

I cursed you and pushed you away,
With all the grace of a woman scorned.
But your hateful gaze repelled me
And cast me to the ground.
Rejoice, you petty, treacherous souls,
Forged from the same corrupt metal.

I fell at dawn, I fell
I couldn't bear it anymore.
Now let them erase my name
From the book of the living.

Where I fell, there remains
A small stain,
As if someone had stepped on
A rotten cherry.

I, who once shone so brightly,
Reaching for the stars,
Now I grovel before you and her—
The same me.

My long nails broken,
My stockings torn,
I do not belong in this scene—
The same me.

I fell at dawn, I fell
I couldn't bear it anymore.
Now let them erase my name
From the book of the living.

Where I fell, there remains
A small stain,
As if someone had stepped on
A rotten cherry.