Текст и перевод песни Oliver Dragojevic - Nadalina

Nadalina

Ovo van je štorija o Nadalini
More bit da vi znate Nadalinu, ha?
A ha, sva puca od lipote
A jema je da van pravo rečen ča i vidit
Smantala bi ona i većega muškardina
Di neće ovakoga karonju ka ča san ja
A najskolin kad pere noge u dvor, ajme!

Kad Nadalina noge toća, srid dvora u maštilu
Jo, ke beleca, ke finoća, inšempja mladost cilu
Svi gledadu u noge bile, uz bačve karantile
Jer slaja je od zrilog voća, kad Nadalina noge toća
Jer slaja je od zrilog voća, kad Nadalina noge toća

Nadalina, Nadalina
Da si moja Nadalina
Jemala bi muškardina
Nadalina, Nadalina

Jo, da mi je onoga slatkoga od fešte
Rožade, galetine, mandulati, torte, krokanti
Ni ništa slaje od slatkoga
More bit' da je samo slaja Nadalina
Cili dvor zamiriši i poludi kad ona pravi slatko, ajme!

Kad Nadalina misi slatko, u dane isprid fešte
Jo da je vidin bar na kratko, ča skriva ispod vešte
Jer slatka je ka cukar fini, dok leti po kužini
I rado bi je jema sva'ko, kad Nadalina misi slatko
I rado bi je jema sva'ko, kad Nadalina misi slatko

Nadalina, Nadalina
Da si moja, Nadalina
Jemala bi muškardina
Nadalina, Nadalina

Jaja se to cili svit zna moredu na milijun mali način spravjat
I u šorbulu i na joko, sirova, more ih se i u tvrdo i u meko i u gusto i u ritko, i sa svom mogućom spizom mutit'
Al' kad Nadalina muti jaja kad ižbatije, to je prava fešta od jaji, ajme!

Kad Nadalina muti jaja, zamuti pamet svima
I svakim danom sve je slaja, ka gucaj dobrog vina
Na sebi jema sve na rige, iz ćaćine butige
I svi je želu bez retaja, kad Nadalina muti jaja
I svi je želu bez retaja, kad Nadalina muti jaja

Nadalina, Nadalina
Da si moja, Nadalina
Jemala bi muškardina
Nadalina, Nadalina

E, vaja poć' leć', finila je ova
Al' kad Nadalina gre leć', to pari ka da cvit počiva u cviću
Ma da mi je koji put vidit' kako se ono uvučije u posteju, kako ono sva miriše
Noć zasvitli, cvrčki počnu pismu
Nadalina, Nadalina

Kad Nadalina gasi sviću, kraj otvorenih škura
Jer lito je i sve je u cviću, a malo noćni ura
Pod ponistru tad momci stanu, i napravu galamu
Da požele joj pismon sriću, kad Nadalina gasi sviću
Da požele joj pismon sriću, kad Nadalina gasi sviću

Nadalina, Nadalina
Da si moja, Nadalina
Jemala bi muškardina
Nadalina, Nadalina

Nadalina, Nadalina
Bit' ćeš moja, Nadalina

Nadalina

This here is a story about Nadalina
Maybe you know Nadalina, huh?
Ah yes, she's bursting with beauty
And to tell you the truth, she's quite a sight to see
She could easily infatuate a bigger man than me
Let alone a clumsy oaf like myself
Especially when she washes her feet in the courtyard, oh my!

When Nadalina washes her feet, in the middle of the courtyard, in the basin
Oh, what whiteness, what delicacy, an example for all youth
Everyone stares at her white legs, beside the leaning barrels
Because she's sweeter than ripe fruit, when Nadalina washes her feet
Because she's sweeter than ripe fruit, when Nadalina washes her feet

Nadalina, Nadalina
If only you were mine, Nadalina
I'd take you away from all men
Nadalina, Nadalina

Oh, if only I had some of those sweets from the feast
Rožata, galetine, mandulati, cakes, krokanti
Nothing is sweeter than those sweets
Perhaps only Nadalina is sweeter
The whole courtyard becomes fragrant and goes wild when she makes sweets, oh my!

When Nadalina makes sweets, in the days before the feast
Oh, to see for a moment, what she hides beneath her apron
Because she's sweet as fine sugar, as she flits around the kitchen
And everyone would gladly have her, when Nadalina makes sweets
And everyone would gladly have her, when Nadalina makes sweets

Nadalina, Nadalina
If only you were mine, Nadalina
I'd take you away from all men
Nadalina, Nadalina

Everyone knows that eggs can be prepared in a million little ways
In soup and sunny side up, raw, you can make them hard and soft, thick and runny, and mix them with all kinds of food
But when Nadalina whisks eggs, when she makes an omelet, it's a real egg feast, oh my!

When Nadalina whisks eggs, she whisks everyone's mind
And every day she's sweeter, like a sip of good wine
She wears everything striped, from her father's shop
And everyone desires her without restraint, when Nadalina whisks eggs
And everyone desires her without restraint, when Nadalina whisks eggs

Nadalina, Nadalina
If only you were mine, Nadalina
I'd take you away from all men
Nadalina, Nadalina

Well, I should go to sleep, this is over
But when Nadalina goes to sleep, it seems like a flower resting among flowers
Oh, to see just once how she slips into bed, how fragrant she is
The night brightens, the crickets start their song
Nadalina, Nadalina

When Nadalina blows out the candle, by the open shutters
Because it's summer and everything is in bloom, and it's a little past midnight
The boys stand under the window and make a racket
To wish her happiness with a song, when Nadalina blows out the candle
To wish her happiness with a song, when Nadalina blows out the candle

Nadalina, Nadalina
If only you were mine, Nadalina
I'd take you away from all men
Nadalina, Nadalina

Nadalina, Nadalina
You will be mine, Nadalina