Текст и перевод песни Radojka Sverko - Ništa Nova, Ništa Nova

Ništa Nova, Ništa Nova

Ništa nova, ništa nova posli fešte kisne vala
U pitaru lipi snova cilo lito tu si stala
Raštimane sad su ure, zatvorene gnjiju škure
Sad životu, punon zima, okrenuta nan je prova
Odrišena već je cima, ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova

Pukla je u more stina i prozebli grdelini
Uz gradele, kraj komina nima ko da te zamini
I dok jugo stalno jača, oko kuće reste drača
Sve se sprema da podivja, a mi kano stara bova
Plutamo bez pravog cilja: ništa nova, ništa nova,
Ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova

Uzalud privrćen foje ča će reć mi na sva justa
Svi govore: bit će boje, barbirija već je pusta
Vaja vrime niz skaline vonj mižerje i morbine
I briškulu dikod baci klapa ča još ni gotova
Da ostari po bonaci, ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova

Finili su pusti kanti i promukla već je klapa
I po dobru svak te panti stareć s nama sve do ščapa
I dok jugo stalno jača, popucale su gardine
Još se pine dugi vali i po mistu reve tovar
Jarboli u more pali: ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova, ništa nova
Ništa nova...

Nothing New, Nothing New

Nothing new, nothing new after the rainy party
In the sandbox sticks again a whole summer you stood
The hours have become somber, the closed shutters rot
Now life, full of winters, has turned its bow towards us
The peak has already been released, nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new

The ice has cracked into the sea and the frozen robins
By the fences, by the chimneys there's no one to replace you
And while the south wind constantly grows stronger, bushes grow wild around the house
Everything is getting ready to run wild, and we like an old buoy
We float without a real goal: nothing new, nothing new,
Nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new

It's useless to turn on the stove, what will they tell me at all the fairs
Everyone says: it will be better, the barbershop is already empty
Time flows down the stairs, the smell of misery and mildew
And the choir throws the briscola somewhere that is not even ready
To age in bonanza, nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new

The empty cans are over, and the choir has already gone hoarse
And in good times everyone longs for you, aging with us until the very end
And while the south wind constantly grows stronger, the curtains have cracked
The long waves still rise, and the goods roar through the mist
The masts have fallen into the sea: nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new, nothing new
Nothing new...