Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Sin jedinac

Sin jedinac

Stara stvar u Novom Bečeju
Slava je za Gospojinu
Ne znate vi moju Ninu
Dece nema pa me vole kao matera
Predveče do crkve trkne
Za pokojnim strikom šmrkne
A sve brine da me u špacirung natera

Ja sam otrov za udavače
Trepću oči snevalice
Uzdišu ko′ zevalice
Gurkaju se laktovima, usne napuće
Jednoj miraz, mlin što melje
Drugoj, lanac i po' zemlje
Trećoj, cifra tol′ka da se samo šapuće

Bež'te curice s' glavne ulice
Kada prođe sin jedinac, štikla kleca
Sitne su vam udice
Korzom plovi štuka što se retko peca
Zbogom Totice, male skotice
Mađarice svađalice, srcolomke
Prave ste lepotice
Žali Bože hvaliti vam druge momke

Videh pendžer u Bečkereku
I u njemu, povrh lale
Tog trenutka procvetale
Zasja pramen riđi, kao krilo tetreba
Ni do čeg′ mi više nije
Snevam zemlju iz saksije
Meni babo, od te zemlje više ne treba

Nek′ se okuša hor torokuša
Ja sam babin sin jedinac, mater svima
Šta god, ko god, pokuša
Uzeću je, pa nek' samo bluzu ima
Zbogom Semice, uspaljenice
I Bačvanke, probiranke od zanata
Fine ste vi ženice
Al′ već vidim, ženiću se iz Banata

Zbogom Totice, male skotice
Mađarice svađalice, srcolomke
Prave ste lepotice
Žali bože hvaliti vam druge momke
Zbogom Sremice, uspaljenice
I Bačvanke, probiranke od zanata
Fine ste vi ženice
Al' već vidim, ženiću se iz Banata

Iz inata!

Lone Son

An old thing in Novi Bečej
The feast is for Gospojina
You don't know my Nina
She doesn't have children, so they love me like a mother
In the early evening, she goes to church
She'll cry for her late uncle
And she tries to force me to go for a walk

I'm poison for snakes
The eyes of dreamers flicker
They sigh like yawners
They nudge each other with their elbows, their lips are swollen
One has a dowry, a mill that grinds
Another, a chain and a piece of land
The third, a sum so large that it can only be whispered

Run, girls, from the main street
When the lone son passes, your heels will click
Your lures are too small
A pike that is rarely caught swims down the boulevard
Farewell, Totica, you little coquette
Quarrelsome Hungarian woman, heartbreaker
You are real beauties
God forbid that I should praise other boys to you

I saw a window in Bečkerek
And in it, above the tulips
That very moment, they bloomed
A light brown wisp shone, like the wing of a grouse
I don't care about anything anymore
I dream of earth from a flowerpot
Grandma, I don't need that land anymore

Let the ravenous choir try their luck
I'm Grandma's lone son, the mother of all
Whoever, whatever, tries
I'll take her, just let her have a blouse
Farewell, Semice, you litte hothead
And Bačvanka, tester of skills
You are fine women
But I can already see, I will marry someone from Banat

Farewell, Totica, you little coquette
Quarrelsome Hungarian woman, heartbreaker
You are real beauties
God forbid that I should praise other boys to you
Farewell, Sremice, you little hothead
And Bačvanka, tester of skills
You are fine women
But I can already see, I will marry someone from Banat

Out of spite!