Текст и перевод песни Postolar Tripper - Vuci, vile i balave sopile

Vuci, vile i balave sopile

Oduvik san luta Ličkin umama ja
Medviđe krzno dobro grije mi.
Ja i moja ena sretno obitavamo
U pećini podno brda skupa spavamo i
Bojkot struja, bojkot voda, bojkot telefon
U pećini nema nita čak ni gramofon
I nemam puku nosim no, nosim kremen ja
Na remenu nosin skalp mrkog medvida

I kad lola Kruno Bizant oplete po tiktiriju
Ja plesnem enu dva-tri puta, čisto da smirim ju
Oko mene smo vuci oko mene vile
Svi igraju, svi pleu kad zapičim u sopile
Balave svoje, nek pleu noge tvoje
Nek ponosno stoje, nek svi brđani se zbroje
A vidi moga lolu kako igra kako plee
Vidi moga lolu kako janjetinu kree

Amo vuci, amo vile!!!
A kad zapičin u sopile, neka piva cila Lika
Za novine nek nas slika!!!
Amo vuci, amo vile!!!
A kad zapičin u sopile, neka piva cila Lika
Za novine!!!!!!

Plesali su kolo ja na sopilamuan
Cila lika piva svi na kolinimuan
Noć je pala mjesec sija seljanimuan
Pune bačve pune teće sataraa
Mile goni ovce čepa mociramuan
Vrtila se janjetina po cili dan
Plesali su kolo ja na sopilamuan
Cila lika piva svi na kolinimuan
Moja lolo, e moj rode brđani nam kolo vode
Sve se stvari na to svode da nam Ukrajinke dicu rode
Zna baba ko te vara, zato nema para
Zato sin ti puno ara, natalitet nam opada
To je baba zato to nita se ne radi
Nitko neće da sije, nitko neće da sadi
Al isto baba ima mista nekoj maloj nadi
Glavno da je nama baba masti na bradi

Čujte nas priko planina hladnih
Nazad priko livada do pilja starih
Maem vam sa planina, u ruci mi slanina
Velika mi glavina, cile noći slavin ja
Plesali su kolo ja na sopilamuan
Cila lika piva svi na kolinimuan
Mile goni ovce čepa mociramuan
Vrtila se janjetina po cili dan
Uvatila vatra suho planulo sve
Uvatila cilo selo sve izgorilo je
To si plesa si plesa gotovo je
Sve je k vragu otilo do nedilje
Odnija je vrag i tavu i jaja
Sve u papar otilo dok san ja spava
Zaspalo je blago svo se poopijalo
I dok je selo gorilo ovo se je orilo

Amo vuci, amo vile!!!
A kad zapičin u sopile, neka piva cila lika
Za novine nek nas slika!!!
Amo vuci, amo vile!!!
A kad zapičin u sopile, neka piva cila lika
Za novine!!!!!!

Wolves, Fairies, and Soggy Pipes

I've always wandered the Lika forests,
Bearskin keeps me warm.
My partner and I happily dwell
In a cave beneath the hill, we sleep together and
Boycott electricity, boycott water, boycott phones
There's nothing in the cave, not even a gramophone
And I have no rifle, I carry flint,
On my belt I wear a brown bear's scalp

And when crazy Kruno Bizant strums his tamburica
I dance with my partner two or three times, just to calm her down
Around me are wolves, around me are fairies
Everyone dances, everyone sways when I blow into the pipes
My soggy pipes, let your feet dance
Let them stand proudly, let all the mountain folk gather
Look at my crazy friend, how he dances, how he sways
Look at my crazy friend, how he devours the lamb

Come on wolves, come on fairies!!!
And when I blow into the pipes, let all of Lika sing
Let them photograph us for the newspapers!!!
Come on wolves, come on fairies!!!
And when I blow into the pipes, let all of Lika sing
For the newspapers!!!!!!

They danced the kolo, I played the pipes
All of Lika sings, everyone's in the kolo
Night has fallen, the moon shines on the villagers
Full barrels, full jugs, chaos
Mile herds the sheep, plucks the corn
The lamb roasted all day long
They danced the kolo, I played the pipes
All of Lika sings, everyone's in the kolo
My crazy friend, oh my comrade, the mountain folk lead our kolo
Everything comes down to this, that Ukrainian women bear our children
Grandma knows who's cheating on you, that's why there's no money
That's why your son plows a lot, our birth rate is declining
It's because of grandma that nothing gets done
Nobody wants to sow, nobody wants to plant
But still, grandma has some hope for a little one
The main thing is that grandma has grease on her chin

Hear us over the cold mountains
Back over the meadows to the old caves
I wave to you from the mountains, bacon in my hand
My head is big, I've been celebrating all night
They danced the kolo, I played the pipes
All of Lika sings, everyone's in the kolo
Mile herds the sheep, plucks the corn
The lamb roasted all day long
The fire caught, everything dry went up in flames
The whole village caught fire, everything burned down
That's it for dancing, it's over
Everything went to hell until Sunday
The devil took the pan and the eggs
Everything turned to pepper while I was sleeping
The good folks fell asleep, all got drunk
And while the village was burning, this was ringing out

Come on wolves, come on fairies!!!
And when I blow into the pipes, let all of Lika sing
Let them photograph us for the newspapers!!!
Come on wolves, come on fairies!!!
And when I blow into the pipes, let all of Lika sing
For the newspapers!!!!!!