Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Eleonora (Na Bogojavljensku noc - Live) - Na Bogojavljensku noc - Live

Eleonora (Na Bogojavljensku noc - Live) - Na Bogojavljensku noc - Live

Na bogojavljensku noc
Peku se kesteni, lome se pogace
A venci smokava i praporci se pokace
U prednjoj sobi mog bace
To je vec navike moc

Bez slova poziva
Drustvo se sastalo pod istom ikonom
Za crnim svapskim astalom
Sto pamti svadbe i dace

Redak sam gost u starom kraju
Al′ znam sta misle i u snu
I oni mene kanda znaju
Jer cak ni pripiti ni da pomenu nju

Cudna je zvercica strast
Od one ljubavi zbog glupe svadjice
U buri cutanja potonule su ladjice
I minus na kraju salda

Da l' grom odabira hrast
Ili se to pak hrast munjama nametne
Za to bas nemam reci
Bog zna kako pametne
To je ta sudbina, valjda

Bila je moja zlatna sansa
A tek sam naceo svoj krug
Moj mali verni Sanco Pansa
Moja ljubavnica, saborac
I moj najbolji drug

Oni ne pricaju o njoj
A ja se ne raspitkivam
Ukrstim politru i noc
I tu i tamo na taj krst se prikivam

Vec me i Dunav pretice
Moja me senka spotice
Al′ nista me se ne tice
I malo sta me pomera i dotice
Sem mozda nje

Kad djavo precepi spil
Sve krene naopako
Svale se vanglice, zadrema kum
Il' nesto nisu ove London-stanglice
K'o kad god, u doba slavna

Pogresno uklopljen stil
Kinesko posudje, salvete heklane
Model iz izloga a cipele od preklane
No, rizling sve to poravna

Vec me Dunav pretice
Vec me senka spotice
Nista me se ne tice
Nista me ne dotice

Eleonora (On the Epiphany Night - Live) - On the Epiphany Night - Live

On the Epiphany Night
Chestnuts are roasting, round cakes are being broken
And wreaths of fig leaves and standards are being raised
In the front room of my father
That's the power of habit

Without a word of invitation
The company has gathered under the same icon
By the black funeral table
That remembers weddings and taxes

I'm a rare guest in my old town
But I know what they think even in their sleep
And they kind of know me
Because they don't even mention you, not even when they're drunk

Passion is a strange beast
From that love, from a stupid quarrel
Ships sank in the storm of silence
And the result was a debit

Does lightning choose an oak tree
Or does the oak tree impose itself on the lightning
I don't have words for that
Smart words I mean
That's just fate, I guess

She was my golden chance
But I had just started my round
My little faithful Sanco Panza
My lover, comrade
And my best friend

They don't talk about her
And I don't ask
I cross the brandy and the night
And here and there I nail myself to that cross

The Danube already threats me
My shadow stumbles me
But nothing concerns me
And little touches me or affects me
Except her, maybe

When the devil gets into the game
Everything goes wrong
The scales fall, the godfather dozes off
Or these London socks are not
Like they used to be, in the glorious days

Wrongly combined style
Chinese dishes, crocheted napkins
A model from the shop window and shoes from yesterday
But the Riesling balances it all

The Danube already threats me
My shadow already stumbles me
Nothing concerns me
Nothing affects me