Текст и перевод песни Vlado Kreslin - Joužek

Joužek

Leto 1918,
Puške utihnejo,
Drobni prsti se
Strun dotaknejo.
In pri 14. prvič otrpnejo,
V muzikantsko noč,
Gre rosa proč.

Solzam radosti in boli
Ti prsti najdejo sledi.
Naj je kralj al′ berač,
Nevesta al' postopač,
Te otroške roke,
Kociprovo ime.

Na gostüvanja
In v beli svet,
Včasih župnik,
Včasih poet.
Saj še včeraj b′li
So od Bande vsi,
Zdaj so ostali
Prsti grčasti.

Solzam radosti in boli
Ti prsti najdejo sledi.
Naj je kralj al' berač,
Nevesta al' postopač,
Te grčaste roke,
Otroško ime.
Tvoje grčaste roke, bajs
In otroško ime,
Joužek, čakaj me
Na koncu ceste te!

Little Joey

The year 1918,
The guns are silent,
Delicate fingers
Touch the strings.
And at 14, they are numb for the first time,
In a night of music,
The dew disappears.

Tears of joy and pain
These fingers find traces.
Whether a king or a beggar,
A bride or a wanderer,
These childish hands,
Kociprov's name.

On guest appearances
And into the wide world,
Sometimes a priest,
Sometimes a poet.
Because only yesterday
They were all from the Band,
Now they have remained
Arthritic fingers.

Tears of joy and pain
These fingers find traces.
Whether a king or a beggar,
A bride or a wanderer.
These arthritic hands,
A childish name.
Your arthritic hands, my dear
And a childish name,
Little Joey, wait for me
At the end of the road!