Текст и перевод песни Sasa Matic - Sto Svirača

Sto Svirača

Da mi je da probam ja tvoje usne zrele maline
Da mi je pod prstima svaki nabor tvoje haljine
Da je srece da si moje prolece, da te zenim s jeseni

Pozvao bih sto sviraca, tamburasa i trubaca
Da se peva sedam dana i Bog i Bog je sa Balkana
Pozvao bih ostavljene sve pijance i boeme
Da u ljubav nadu vrate i da nam sve sto dotaknemo pozlate

Da mi je da osvane tvoja kosa na mom jastuku
Zauvek da ostane miris tela tvog u vazduhu
Da je srece da si moje prolece, da te zenim s jeseni

Pozvao bih sto sviraca, tamburasa i trubaca
Da se peva sedam dana i Bog i Bog je sa Balkana
Pozvao bih ostavljene sve pijance i boeme
Da u ljubav nadu vrate i da nam sve sto dotaknemo pozlate

A Hundred Musicians

If only I could kiss your lips, as sweet as ripe raspberries
Caress each fold of your dress with my fingers
If only I could turn you, my spring, into my autumn wife

I would invite one hundred musicians, with tamburitza and trumpets in tow
To sing "God is from the Balkans" for seven days and nights
I'd call all the forsaken drunks and bohemians
To make them believe in love again, turning everything we touch to gold

If only I could awaken to find your hair upon my pillow
The scent of your body forever in the air
If only I could turn you, my spring, into my autumn wife

I would invite one hundred musicians, with tamburitza and trumpets in tow
To sing "God is from the Balkans" for seven days and nights
I'd call all the forsaken drunks and bohemians
To make them believe in love again, turning everything we touch to gold