Текст и перевод песни Djordje Balasevic - Bože, Bože...

Bože, Bože...

Bože, Bože, di baš ja, od svih sretnih Cigana,
Da se rodim baš kad zadremaš?
Da me ne blagosloviš... Nikad ni ne osloviš...
Dok za nekim... Makarkakvim... Vašar raspremaš?

Dvaes′četir dinara dužan sam kod mlinara...
Kod kovača ne smem svraćati...
Juri me dućandžija... Švićka za mnom kamdžija...
Jedva imam svirce plaćati...

Za mnom cika... Za mnom potraga... A preda mnom put za Dovraga...
Bar da mi je fićok rakije... Tu bi moglo da se sakrije...
Još kad onda svirci nagare... Sve ću dati, sve ću propiti...
Samo neću moje malo magare... S belegom na levoj kopiti...
Niko mene ne zna slušati... Ko moj verni drugar ušati...
Za mnom ići i sanjariti... A ne kvariti...

Bože, Bože, di baš ja od svih spretnih Cigana,
Naspram zvezda da se zagubim?
Dok sam konje pojio, Vrag je drum prespojio...
On je teo da se u nju, Belu, zaljubim...

Samo ako išta znam,onda znam da budem sam...
Tu sam isti na mog ujaka...
Lula i kabanica... Britva i brojanica...
Prijatelja ko u kurjaka...

Za mnom cika... Za mnom potraga... A preda mnom put za Dovraga...
Bar da mi je fićok rakije... Tu bi moglo da se sakrije...
Pa kad svirci nagare... Zadnji groš ću propiti...
Ali ne dam magare... S belegom na levoj kopiti...
Di je da je, neka je... Samo nek daleka je...
Da je duže trajalo, ne bi valjalo...

Bože, Bože, di baš ja od svih grešnih Cigana,
Da padnem na sitnim gresima?
Ne daš mi je videti? I to od ruke ide ti...
Mora da je besposleno na nebesima?

Stiću sutra do mraka do komšijskog oblaka...
Pod njim ću se opet roditi...
Nisi ti na nebu sam... Bogova je povazdan...
S nekim ću se već nagoditi...

Za mnom cika... Za mnom potraga... A preda mnom put za Dovraga...
Bar da mi je fićok rakije... Tu bi moglo da se sakrije...
A kad svirci nagare... Zadnji groš ću propiti...
Ali ne dam magare... S belegom na levoj kopiti...
Kog sad ljubi, sanjiva... Kad se dan razdanjiva...
Kom sad zamke postavlja... Kog li noćas ostavlja?

Lord, Lord...

Lord, Lord, why me, of all the lucky Gypsies,
To be born just when you were dozing?
To not be blessed... Never even addressed...
While for some... Some random... You were clearing the fair?

I owe the miller twenty-four dinars...
I dare not go to the blacksmith's...
The shopkeeper is after me... The bailiff cracks his whip after me...
I hardly have enough to pay the musicians...

They're after me... They're searching for me... And before me, the road to Dovraga...
If only I had a flask of brandy... That's where it could be hidden...
And when the musicians get tired... I'll give everything, I'll drink everything...
But I will not give up my little donkey... With the white spot on its left hoof...
No one knows how to listen to me... Like my faithful long-eared friend...
To follow me and dream... And not ruin things...

Lord, Lord, why me, of all the clever Gypsies,
To lose my way among the stars?
While I was watering the horses, the Devil crossed my path...
He wanted me to fall for her, for Bela...

If I know anything, I know how to be alone...
There, I am just like my uncle...
A pipe and a coat... A razor and a rosary...
A friend like a wolf...

They're after me... They're searching for me... And before me, the road to Dovraga...
If only I had a flask of brandy... That's where it could be hidden...
When the musicians get tired... I'll drink my last dime...
But I won't give up my donkey... With the white spot on its left hoof...
Wherever she is, let her be... Just let her be far away...
If it had lasted longer, it wouldn't have been good...

Lord, Lord, why me, of all the sinful Gypsies,
To fall into petty sins?
You won't let me see her? And it's easy for you...
There must be no work in heaven?

I'll reach the neighbor's cloud by dusk tomorrow...
Under it, I will be born again...
You are not alone in heaven... It's a holiday for the gods...
I'm sure I'll come to an agreement with someone...

They're after me... They're searching for me... And before me, the road to Dovraga...
If only I had a flask of brandy... That's where it could be hidden...
And when the musicians get tired... I'll drink my last dime...
But I won't give up my donkey... With the white spot on its left hoof...
Who does she kiss now, the dreamer... When the day breaks?
For whom does she set traps now... Whom is she leaving tonight?