Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Leged'a o Gedi Gluperdi

Leged'a o Gedi Gluperdi

Lege'da o Gedi Gluperdi
Ovo je priča koju vrlo nerado pričam...
To je priča o antihristu jednom i raspikući...
Gedi, takozvanom, što je silnu zemlju nasledio
Od pokojnog teče, i sve spisk'o...
Bilo je tih slučajova već i ranije...
Da je neko zemlju potrošio i razbuc'o...

Al' da je neko našu zemlju razbuc'o
To još nismo doživljavali...
E, tu smo se mi iz familije malko zamislili
I metili prst na čelo,
Mada je bilo i predloga
Da i Gedi prislonimo štagod na čelo,
Al' to nije prošlo...
Mislim, još me nije prošlo...
REF:15
Gedo, gluperdo...
Svu si zemlju proćerd'o...
Sve si spisk'o... Sram te bio...
Gedo, bekrijo...

Jednom tako Geda iš'o na vašar...
Za opkladu jah'o junca...
Otkad je s tog junca tresn'o
Malko usta krivi desno...
Breca se i bunca...

A jednom, opet, Geda iš'o u teatar...
I gled'o komad s onim vitezom i zmajom...
Još mu tad na pamet palo
Da se čim odraste malo,
Oženi aždajom...

I svi mu kaz'li, ej:

Jednom Geda, onda, iš'o na igranku...
Al' ga bubnjar merk'o mrsko... I drsko...
"Šta me gledaš, ti sa kosom?"
E, o'ma mu je Geda nosom
Svu onu pesnicu razmrsk'o... u paramparčad...

Jednom Geda jedva iš'o u crkvu...
Al' i tu se bruko grdno...
Jo, sramote i belaja, ister'o ga otac Paja,
Jer je naglas podrigiv'o...

Ref.41

(E, vi'š, ovakav solo
Ne bi Geda odsvir'o ni mrtav)

Ovo je druga glava o Gedi pripovedanja.
Geda je... Kako bih ga fizički opis'o...
Ako ima oštar pogled...
Mož' seći lubenice njim...
Al' drugo mu tupo...
Svu je zemlju slup'o...

Jednom zgodom Geda iš'o da pravi mostić...
Pa pričkin'o palac daskom...
Sis'o ga da smanji otok
I smišlj'o da bolje potok
Zatrpamo časkom...

Jednom tako Geda nije nigdi iš'o za promenu...
Što je nažalost značilo
Da smišlja neku još goru bedu...
Uvali se na otoman...
Reklo bi se: Al' je skroman?
Al' mi znamo Gedu...

I svi mu kažu:

Jednom davno Geda iš'o u bijoskop...
Tužni ruski ratni film ga dirn'o, svojski...
Sav uplakan reče ženi:
E, to vidiš, da je meni...
Ratova i vojski!

A jednom tako Geda nijednom nije otiš'o na sud...
A minuse mu pišu kredom...
Jao, kad se zaparniči,
Tu sve ima da varniči...
Teško nama s Gedom...
I svi će mu reći u glas:

Slušaj ovo, 'leba ti75
E, to Geda ne bi odsvir'o
Sve da sada kupi klavir
S' četir' noge, jebo te)

Ovo je treća glava o Gedi, bilo bi još glava...
Geda je k'o meksikanska serija sa hepiendom...
Jer, kako god se završi biće hepiend...
Za nas il' za Gedu...

Jednom tako Geda iš'o na živce...
Jedio komšiluk redom...
I sad, ko je lud najposle?
Da li Geda il' mi što se natežemo s Gedom

Stalno, brašo, Geda iš'o u krajnost...
Osta zemlje tol'ko samo...
Da mi lepo našeg Gedu,
Kada pođe sve po redu,
Sretno zakopamo...
Na šta će popa kasti

The Legend of Geda the Dumpling

The Legend of Geda the Dumpling
This is a story that I very much dislike telling...
It's a story about an antichrist and a crucifixion...
Geda, so-called, who inherited a vast land
From his late uncle, and squandered it all...
There have been such cases before...
Where someone has squandered and squandered their land...

But that someone has squandered our land
We have not yet experienced...
Well, we in the familly pondered it a little,
And placed a finger to our forehead,
Although there were also suggestions
That we should place something on Geda's forehead,
But that didn't work out...
I mean, it hasn't worked out for me yet...
(REF:15)
Geda, you dumpling...
You have squandered all our land...
You have squandered everything. Shame on you...
Geda, you oaf...

Once Geda went to a carnival...
He rode a steer for a bet...
Ever since he fell off that steer
His mouth has been a little droopy...
He drools and mumbles...

And once, again, Geda went to the theater...
And he watched a play with a knight and a dragon...
It came to his mind then and there
That when he grew up a little,
He would marry a dragon...

And everyone said to him, hey:

Once Geda also went to a dance...
But the drummer noticed him, meanly... And boldly...
"Why do you stare at me, you with the hair?"
Well, Geda promptly punched him in the nose
And smashed that fist to smithereens...

Once Geda barely went to church...
But there he made a terrible scene...
Oh, shame and disgrace, he was kicked out by Father Paja,
Because he burped out loud...

Ref.41

(You see, this kind of a solo
Geda wouldn't have played even if he was dead)

This is the second chapter of the tale of Geda.
Geda is... How can I describe him physically...
If he has a sharp eye...
He could cut watermelons with it...
But everything else is dull...
He has drained all the land...

On one occasion Geda went to build a bridge...
And he smashed his thumb with a plank...
He sucked on it to reduce the swelling
And thought it would be better to fill
The river for a while...

Once Geda didn't go anywhere for a change...
Which unfortunately meant
That he was thinking up some even greater misfortune...
He plopped down on the ottoman...
One would say: But he is modest?
But we know Geda...

And everyone tells him:

Long ago Geda went to the cinema...
A sad Russian war film touched him deeply...
He said to his wife, all in tears:
Now see, if that was me...
Wars and armies!

And once Geda didn't go to court once...
But they write down his minuses with chalk...
Oh, when he explodes,
Everything will go up in flames...
We have a hard time with Geda...
And everyone will tell him out loud:

Listen to this, my friend75
Well, Geda wouldn't have played that
Even if he bought a piano now
With four legs, screw you)

This is the third chapter of Geda, there would be more chapters...
Geda is like a Mexican series with a happy ending...
Because no matter how it ends, it will be a happy ending...
For us or for Geda...

Once Geda got on everyone's nerves...
He ate all the neighbors...
And now, who is crazy after all?
Geda or we who bother with Geda

Constantly, my friend, Geda went to extremes...
There is only so much land left...
So that we bury our Geda nicely,
When it all goes according to plan,
And give him a happy burial...
And see what the priest will go through