Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Civutski vrt

Civutski vrt

Ako kročiš u čivutski vrt,
Na sedmo koleno čini će pasti.
I, ko da nema drugih bašti,
Di sve pupi i sve šljašti,
Di na miru možeš šeboj i božure krasti.
Moja nesretna mati
Htela me spasti
Savetom finim.
Al morala je dotad znati
Da ne sme kasti,
Šta da ne činim...

Šta je bedem neg široki zid?
Lako se zajaši, Ko stari čilaš.
Mahovina ko astragan,
Da bez glasa šmugne dragan.
Ukraj neba se lepeza
Mlad šaran porcijaš.
Ruka zavesu miče,
Trepte u tmini
Biserni zdenci.
Zbog nečeg đurđic uvek niče
Baš u tišini
I baš u senci...

Neću skoro onim šorom.
Ne znam posle put odande.
Me sem čoro, moja lolo,
Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...

Vetar cvili i leleče,
Skini suknju i jeleče.
Nit ko mari, nit ko zna:
Na ćer mande čingara...

Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt,
Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić.
Bićeš žedan kraj bunara
I siromah s puno para...
Sve ćeš dijamante dati
Za smešni cirkončić.
Ko u tuđi vrt uđe
Crn lebac mesi
U crnom plehu.
Eh,"Ne poželi ništa tuđe."
Svi smrtni gresi
U tom su grehu...

Neću skoro onim šorom.
Ne znam posle put odande.
Me sem čoro, moja lolo,
Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...

Vetar cvili i leleče,
Skini suknju i jeleče.
Nit ko mari, nit ko zna:
Na ćer mande čingara...

Kao mrva iz džepa,
Truni se lako
Život protekli...
Da, rekli su mi da je lepa.
Ali baš tako? To nisu rekli...

Neću skoro onim šorom.
Ne znam posle put odande.
Me sem čoro, moja lolo,
Čhu ćo šoro paša mande...

Vetar cvili i leleče,
Skini suknju i jeleče.
Nit ko mari, nit ko zna:
Na ćer mande čingara...

Neću skoro onim šorom.
Ne znam posle put odande.
Me sem čoro, moja lolo,
Čhu ćo šoro paša mande.

The Forbidden Garden

If you step into the forbidden garden,
You will be cursed for seven generations.
And, as if there were no other gardens,
Where everything blooms and sparkles,
Where you can steal carnations and peonies in peace.
My unfortunate mother
Wanted to save me
With a kind advice.
But she had to know by then
That I shouldn't steal,
What I shouldn't do...

What is a rampart but a wide wall?
Easy to ride, Like an old horse.
Moss like astrakhan,
So that a lover can slip away silently.
At the edge of the sky, the fan
Young carp, you portion.
The hand moves the curtain,
Blink in the dark
Pearl wells.
For something, lily of the valley always sprouts
Right in the silence
And right in the shade...

I won't go near that crowd soon.
I don't know the way back from there.
I'm not a thief, my darling,
I'm going to be a thief, my dear...

The wind howls and wails,
Take off your skirt and bodice.
Neither cares, nor knows:
On a Gypsy woman's daughter...

If you touch the forbidden garden,
You will carry a curse like a silver bell.
You will be thirsty by the well
And poor with a lot of money...
You will give all your diamonds
For a silly zircon.
Whoever enters a stranger's garden
Bakes black bread
In a black pan.
Eh,"Don't desire anything that isn't yours."
All mortal sins
Are in that sin...

I won't go near that crowd soon.
I don't know the way back from there.
I'm not a thief, my darling,
I'm going to be a thief, my dear...

The wind howls and wails,
Take off your skirt and bodice.
Neither cares, nor knows:
On a Gypsy woman's daughter...

Like a crumb from a pocket,
It crumbles easily
The past life...
Yes, they told me she was beautiful.
But like that? They didn't say that...

I won't go near that crowd soon.
I don't know the way back from there.
I'm not a thief, my darling,
I'm going to be a thief, my dear...

The wind howls and wails,
Take off your skirt and bodice.
Neither cares, nor knows:
On a Gypsy woman's daughter...

I won't go near that crowd soon.
I don't know the way back from there.
I'm not a thief, my darling,
I'm going to be a thief, my dear.