Текст и перевод песни Oliver Dragojević - Ča Je Život Vengo Fantažija

Ča Je Život Vengo Fantažija

To je bilo ka u priči,
Roko nije jema ništa
Cicibela još i manje
Ali jubav sve izlići, on je bija anarkista
Jemali su i kumpanje

To je bilo ka u priči,
Punoj lustri i friskina
Ma je isto priča prava
Čulo je grubih riči,
Bumbilo se puno vina
Bolila je di kog glava

Trči vrime, cvili maška, traje jubav pusta siromaška
Šaka suza, vrića smija,
ča je zivot vengo fantazija?

To je bilo ka u priči,
živili su ka golubi
I nosili svoje brime
S puno srca, s malo riči,
Goli, bosi, gladni, grubi
Volili se cilo vrime

To je bilo ka u priči,
Kad su bili puno idni
Bombe, raspe, livorvere
I josš druge strašne riči,
Vikali su oni bidni
Ma su prosli te nevere

Trči vrime, cvili maška,
Traje jubav pusta siromaška
Šaka suza, vriča smija,
ča je život vengo fantazija?

To je bilo ka u priči,
Malo sriće, puno jada,
Puno zime i propuva...
Ali jubav sve izliči,
Boje vengo sto balada,
Boje vengo štruca kruva.

To je bilo ka u priči,
Ma jih više ovod nima,
Na dnu mora su gajete...
Sve beštimje grube riči,
Sve je prošlo poput dima,
Vrime metlom sve pomete.

Trči vrime, cvili maška,
Traje jubav pusta siromaška.
Šaka suza, vriča smija,
ča je život vengo fantazija?
Šaka suza, vriča smija,
ča je život vengo fantazija?

What Is Life, But a Fantasy?

It was like a fairy tale,
Roko wasn't worth a dime,
Cicibela was worth even less
But love can heal all wounds, because he was an anarchist
They shared even what little they had

It was like a fairy tale,
Full of laughter and dancing
But the story is also true
Their words were often harsh,
They drank too much wine
And their heads were often sore

Time flies, the clock ticks, their love endures, but poverty persists
Tears and laughter abound
What is life, but a fantasy?

It was like a fairy tale,
They lived like doves
And carried their burdens
With all their hearts, and few words,
Poor, hungry, rude
They loved each other all the time

It was like a fairy tale,
When they were strong and young
Bombs, rifles, pistols
And other such dangerous words
The wretched bellowed
But those storms have passed

Time flies, the clock ticks,
Their love endures, but poverty persists
Tears and laughter abound
What is life, but a fantasy?

It was like a fairy tale,
A little happiness, a lot of sorrow,
Much cold and wind...
But love can heal all wounds,
Colors like a hundred ballads,
Colors like a loaf of bread.

It was like a fairy tale,
But now they're gone from here,
Engulfed in the depths of the ocean...
All those harsh words are forgotten,
All that passed like smoke,
Time will erase it all.

Time flies, the clock ticks,
Their love endures, but poverty persists.
Tears and laughter abound
What is life, but a fantasy?
Tears and laughter abound
What is life, but a fantasy?