Текст и перевод песни Vlado Kreslin - Tista Črna Kitara (Live)

Tista Črna Kitara (Live)

Bil sem še Vladek,
Ko so - kot vedno za praznik -
Prišli
Brkati cigani v hišo igrat.
Oče je stopil v sobo po tisto črno kitaro,
Ki jo je kupil
Za prvo plačo.

Gospod tisto kitaro še imate,
Gospod, tisto črno kitaro še imate?
Gospod, tista bila je res dobra.

So ga spraševali
še dolgo po tem,
Zmeraj, ko hoteli so prositi drobiž.
Zmeraj, ko igrali so v vaški gostilni
In hodili v pavzah do šanka.
Pa njihove žene,
Ko prišle so pred vrata
Po stare obleke,
So rade vprašale:

Gospod, tisto kitaro še imate,
Gospod, tisto črno kitaro še imate?
Gospod, tista bila je res dobra.

Včasih, ko pridem domov,
Sedim pod kostanji
In pijem,
Pijem s prijat′li,
Ki tam še živijo.
Takrat, skoraj vedno
Pri mizi
Za nas zaigrajo
In vprašajo,
Otroški obrazi
S hripavim glasom:

Gospoud, tisto gitaro šče mate,
Gospoud, tisto čarno gitaro šče mate?
Gospoud, tista je bijla dobra,
Tista je bijla dobra.

His Black Guitar (Live)

I was still Vladek,
When - as they always did for a holiday -
Mustachioed gypsies
Came to the house to play.
Father went into the room for that black guitar,
Which he bought
With his first paycheck.

Sir, do you still have that guitar,
Sir, do you still have that black guitar?
Sir, that one was really good.

They asked him
For a long time after that,
Always when they wanted to ask for a nickel.
Always when they played in the village pub
And walked to the bar during the breaks.
Also their wives,
When they came to the door
For old clothes,
Would love to ask:

Sir, do you still have that guitar,
Sir, do you still have that black guitar?
Sir, that one was really good.

Sometimes, when I go home,
I sit under the chestnut trees
And drink,
Drink with the friends,
Who still live there.
Then, almost always
At the table
They play for us
And ask,
Childish faces
With raspy voices:

Sir, you still have that guitar,
Sir, you still have that black guitar?
Sir, that one was good,
That one was good.