Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Slabo Divanim Madjarski

Slabo Divanim Madjarski

Slabo divanim madžarski,
Nešto malo, a i to s greškom.
Tečno govorim rukama
I perfektno se služim smeškom,
Ali madžarski ne umem.
Daj, nauči me, leba ti,
Nisam mog′o da pomislim
Da će mi tol'ko trebati.
Tvoje oči mastiljave,
Crne, zrele višnje španske.
Tvoje usne sladunjave,
Kao rizling od berbe lanjske.
Suva trava sva šuškava,
Kao žipon na nevesti.
Ali džabe pripovedam
Kada ne umem prevesti.
Ma di ćeš naći boljeg momka
Za te pare?
Ne budi smešna draga ti,
Možeš doveka tragati,
Al′ nećeš naći nikog,
Tako mi gitare,
Ko će te više voleti
I ko će lepše lagati.
Slabo poznajem Sen-Tomaš,
Ali stignem do tvoje kuće.
Tiho zazvečkam šibicom,
Sve se ponadam, možda čućeš.
Ali, pendžeri miruju,
A te firange čipkane
Samo vatru potpiruju
Tvojom ručicom pipkane.
Ma di ćeš naći boljeg momka
Za te novce?
Da ste mi sretni on i ti,
Ja ću se odma' skloniti,
Al' me na svilen gajtan veži
Kao zvonce,
I samo cimni kad poželiš,
Ja ću ti zazvoniti.
Slabo divanim madžarski,
Nešto malo, a i to mani.
Učio sam iz čitanke,
Al′ sam ost′o na osmoj strani.
Babe su me začarale
Perom iz krila selice,
Ali ti ćeš me rešiti,
Moja medena 'čelice.
"MADŽARSKI JEZIK"
...t′ ja ne znam kako se kaže đurđevak.
Ma di ćeš naći boljeg momka
Za te pare?
Ne budi smešna, draga ti,
Možeš doveka tragati,
Al' nećeš naći nikog′,
Tako mi gitare,
Ko će te više voleti
I ko će lepše lagati.
Ma di ćeš naći boljeg momka
Za te novce?
Da ste mi sretni on i ti,
Ja ću se odma' skloniti.
Al, me na svilen gajtan veži
Kao zvonce,
I samo cimni kad poželiš,
Ja ću ti zazvoniti.
Ma di ćeš naći boljeg momka
Za te pare?
Ne budi smešna draga ti,
Možeš doveka tragati,
Al nećeš naći nikog′
Tako mi gitare,
Ko će te više voleti
I ko će lepše lagati.

I'm Not Good at Hungarian

I'm not good at Hungarian,
Just a little bit, and that's with errors.
I speak fluently with my hands
And I'm an expert in smiling,
But I don't know Hungarian.
Come on, teach me, please,
I never thought I'd need it
This much.
Your eyes are so dark,
Like ripe black Spanish cherries.
Your lips are so sweet,
Like last year's Riesling.
Dry grass is rustling,
Like a dress on a bride.
But it's useless talking
When I can't make myself understood.
Where will you find a better guy
For that price?
Don't be silly, my dear,
You can search forever,
But you won't find anyone,
As sure as I have a guitar,
Who will love you more
And who will lie more beautifully.
I don't know much about St. Thomas,
But I'll find my way to your house.
I'll quietly strike a match,
Always hoping you'll hear me.
But the windows are still,
And those lace curtains
Only fan the flames
Your little hands are holding.
Where will you find a better guy
For that money?
If you're happy with him,
I'll go away right now,
But tie me to a silken cord
Like a bell,
And just ring it when you wish,
And I'll come to you.
I'm not good at Hungarian,
Just a little bit, and that's barely anything.
I learned from a primer,
But I stopped on the eighth page.
The girls bewitched me
With a feather from a swallow's wing,
But you will save me,
My honeybee.
"HUNGARIAN LANGUAGE"
...and I don't know how to say larkspur.
Where will you find a better guy
For that price?
Don't be silly, my dear,
You can search forever,
But you won't find anyone,
As sure as I have a guitar,
Who will love you more
And who will lie more beautifully.
Where will you find a better guy
For that money?
If you're happy with him,
I'll go away right now.
But tie me to a silken cord
Like a bell,
And just ring it when you wish,
And I'll come to you.
Where will you find a better guy
For that price?
Don't be silly, my dear,
You can search forever,
But you won't find anyone
As sure as I have a guitar,
Who will love you more
And who will lie more beautifully.