Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Balkanski tango

Balkanski tango

Ovaj život je san...
Mala kuća kraj rampe, snop žućkaste lampe i zalihe tuge.
Nažalost ružan san...
Ćale notorni smuk, keva s daskom za luk – manekeni za jad.

I sve je morao sam...
Prst na orozu lagan, u srcu uragan pa skok preko duge...
Brum šlepera...
I sa dvadeset dve već je imao sve... Nju je spazio tad...

Lud sam za tobom pače, ali lud sam ionako,
Tražim te otkako za sebe znam.
Budi moj ortak, mače, nije mi lako
Da svu tu silnu lovu razbucam sam...
Nešto sam načuo da sutra možda ne postoji,
Pa bolje da odmah probamo sve...
Za sitan groš kupi me, razmaži te divlje kupine.

Lud sam za tobom, ali ovo jeste vreme ludih
I ja ću za nas osedlati strah.
A ti me ljubi do zla, dok ne izgubim dah.

A ona – seoski krin...
Noćni bus iz provanse, Miss Nikakve Šanse, tek statista sreće.
Presečen film...
Ćale prosvetni miš, keva izlizan pliš, sestra ružna ko vrag...

A on je bio njen tip...
Prve noći u dvosed, pa druge na trosed... A treće... Eh, treće...
Ma neka puknu svi!
Kad je njen mladi don spusti pravo na tron ko onu višnju na šlag.

Lud sam za tobom pače, ali lud sam ionako,
Tražim te otkako za sebe znam.
Budi moj ortak, mače, nije mi lako
Da svu tu silnu lovu razbucam sam...
Nešto sam načuo da sutra možda ne postoji,
Pa bolje da odmah probamo sve...
Za sitan groš kupi me, razmaži te divlje kupine.

Lud sam za tobom, ali ovo jeste vreme ludih
I ja ću za nas osedlati strah.
A ti me ljubi do zla, dok ne izgubim dah.

I opet loš Déjà vu...
Jutro mokro ko ribar i profi kalibar... Počinilac neznan...
A u čitulji pune stranice dve, mafija i DB složno žale za njim...

Balkanski tango uvek završi na trotoaru,
đavo je kredom potpisao bod.
A ona lagano niz ulicu staru
Tražeći sponzora punog ko brod.
Dok klatno tašnice u ritmu hoda broji vreme
I dok je merkaju ko sveži but...
U beli prah smrvi dan i mrmlja refren odnekud znan...

Lud sam za tobom, ali ovo jeste vreme ludih
I ja ću za nas osedlati strah
A ti me ljubi do zla, dok ne izgubim dah.

Balkan Tango

This life is a dream...
A small house by the railroad crossing, a beam of yellowish lamplight, and reserves of sorrow.
Unfortunately, an ugly dream...
Dad, a notorious drunk, mom with a cutting board – mannequins for misery.

And I had to do everything myself...
Finger light on the trigger, a hurricane in my heart, then a leap over the rainbow...
The roar of a truck...
And by twenty-two, I already had everything... That's when I saw her...

I'm crazy for you, darling, but I'm crazy anyway,
I've been searching for you ever since I knew myself.
Be my partner, kitten, it's not easy for me
To blow all this damn money by myself...
I heard something about tomorrow maybe not existing,
So it's better to try everything right away...
Buy me for a penny, smear those wild blackberries.

I'm crazy for you, but this is the time of crazy people
And I will saddle fear for us.
And you kiss me wickedly, until I lose my breath.

And she – a country lily...
Night bus from Provence, Miss No Chance, just a lucky extra.
Cut film...
Dad, a worn-out teacher, mom, faded plush, sister ugly as hell...

And he was her type...
The first night on the loveseat, then the second on the couch... And the third... Oh, the third...
Let them all burst!
When her young Don landed right on the throne like that cherry on top of whipped cream.

I'm crazy for you, darling, but I'm crazy anyway,
I've been searching for you ever since I knew myself.
Be my partner, kitten, it's not easy for me
To blow all this damn money by myself...
I heard something about tomorrow maybe not existing,
So it's better to try everything right away...
Buy me for a penny, smear those wild blackberries.

I'm crazy for you, but this is the time of crazy people
And I will saddle fear for us.
And you kiss me wickedly, until I lose my breath.

And again, a bad Déjà vu...
Morning wet like a fisherman and a professional caliber... Perpetrator unknown...
And in the obituary, two full pages, the mafia and the state security mourn him in unison...

The Balkan tango always ends on the sidewalk,
the devil signed the score with chalk.
And she slowly down the old street
Looking for a sponsor full as a boat.
While the pendulum of her purse counts time to the rhythm of her walk
And while they eye her like a fresh thigh...
She crushes the day into white powder and mumbles a chorus from somewhere familiar...

I'm crazy for you, but this is the time of crazy people
And I will saddle fear for us
And you kiss me wickedly, until I lose my breath.