Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Andjela

Andjela

Moja je draga vestica,
O tom ni reci nikome;
Na zidu ispod ikone,
Sara srca i slova.

Ume sa retkim travkama,
Mundari tajno s' cavkama;
U san dozove dobre trolove,
I uvek osvane nova.

Kada prode ribljom pijacom-
Svi sapucu: "evo je, bice nevolje";
Ali, blenu kao pijani,
Njenom podsuknjom omadijani.

Moja je draga najbolja,
Andjeo dobrog naboja;
Prosek u nedra prolije
I eto ti carolije.

Druge mi za cas posade,
Bezbojnu ruzu, dosade;
Drzimo palce vrag i ja;
Da potraje ta magija.

Moja je draga vestica,
Uvraca trista prepreka;
Odavde do Beckereka,
I oko carde kod Zablja.

Kad se na putu zadrzim,
Paprenu corbu zaprzim;
Munja se nebom razmaze,
Kao zlatna sablja.

I samo baja,
I na pertle mi vezuje cvorove;
Sto sve govore.
Al' dok mirno spava posten svet,
Dugo se mirimo-
To je tek vatromet.

Moja je draga vestica,
O tom ni reci nikome;
Na zidu ispod ikone,
Sara srca i slova.

Ume sa retkim travkama,
Mundari tajno s' cavkama;
U san dozove dobre trolove,
I uvek osvane nova.

Moja je draga najbolja,
Andjeo dobrog naboja;
Prosek u nedra prolije
I eto ti carolije.

Moja je draga vestica,
Uvraca trista prepreka;
Odavde do Beckereka,
I oko carde kod Zablja.

Kad se na putu zadrzim,
Paprenu corbu zaprzim;
Munja se nebom razmaze,
Kao zlatna sablja.

I samo baja,
I na pertle mi vezuje cvorove;
Sto sve govore.
Al' dok mirno spava posten svet,
Dugo se mirimo-
To je tek vatromet.

Andjela

My dear is a sorceress,
Don't tell anyone about it;
On the wall under the icon,
She weaves hearts and letters.

She knows rare herbs,
Secretly whispers with crows;
She calls good trolls into her dreams,
And always wakes up new.

When she passes by the fish market-
Everyone whispers: "Here she is, there will be trouble";
But they stare like drunks,
Bewitched by her petticoat.

My dear is the best,
An angel of good charge;
She spills her heart's desire
And there you have magic.

Others give me roses,
Colorless, boring;
The devil and I cross our fingers;
That this magic lasts.

My dear is a sorceress,
She twists three hundred obstacles;
From here to Beckerek,
And around the inn at Zablje.

When I linger on the road,
I fry pepper soup;
Lightning streaks across the sky,
Like a golden saber.

And she only casts spells,
And ties knots on my shoelaces;
What they all say.
But while the honest world sleeps peacefully,
We live in harmony-
That's just fireworks.

My dear is a sorceress,
Don't tell anyone about it;
On the wall under the icon,
She weaves hearts and letters.

She knows rare herbs,
Secretly whispers with crows;
She calls good trolls into her dreams,
And always wakes up new.

My dear is the best,
An angel of good charge;
She spills her heart's desire
And there you have magic.

My dear is a sorceress,
She twists three hundred obstacles;
From here to Beckerek,
And around the inn at Zablje.

When I linger on the road,
I fry pepper soup;
Lightning streaks across the sky,
Like a golden saber.

And she only casts spells,
And ties knots on my shoelaces;
What they all say.
But while the honest world sleeps peacefully,
We live in harmony-
That's just fireworks.