Текст и перевод песни Riblja Corba - Dzukele Ce Me Dokusuriti

Dzukele Ce Me Dokusuriti

Zla sudbina se umesala,
Dzelati ce pozuriti,
Streljanje, giljotina, vesala,
Dzukele ce me dokusuriti.
Na stratistu ce procvetati bara,
Iz mene ce crveno curiti,
Ja nemam oca, majku, brace, sestara,
Dzukele ce me dokusuriti.
Mene su babe vracare uklele,
Da mi o glavi rade dzukele.
Mene su babe vracare uklele,
Progone me dzukele.
Kome je lepo dabogda krepo!
Radoznali ce zuriti,
Pa makar sve svoje pesme pocepo,
Dzukele ce me dokusuriti.
A posle kise nista vise,
Po trgu ce se deca juriti,
Negde u cosku, na zidu pise:
Dzukele ce me dokusuriti!
Mene su babe vracare uklele,
Da mi o glavi rade dzukele.
Mene su babe vracare uklele,
Progone me dzukele.
Mene su babe vracare uklele,
Da mi o glavi rade dzukele.
Mene su babe vracare uklele,
Progone me dzukele.

Dzukele Ce Me Dokusuriti

Bad luck has it,
Executioners will shame,
Shooting, guillotine, gallows,
Dzukele will torture me.
The ditch will bloom on the execution ground,
Red will flow out of me,
I have no father, mother, brothers, sisters,
Dzukele will torture me.
Old women-witches have cursed me,
For dzukele to bother my head.
Old women-witches have cursed me,
Dzukele chase me.
Whoever is happy, perish as soon as possible!
Curious people will gawk,
Even if I tear up all my songs,
Dzukele will torture me.
And then nothing more,
Children will play in the town square,
Somewhere in the corner, on the wall is written:
Dzukele will torture me!
Old women-witches have cursed me,
For dzukele to bother my head.
Old women-witches have cursed me,
Dzukele chase me.
Old women-witches have cursed me,
For dzukele to bother my head.
Old women-witches have cursed me,
Dzukele chase me.