Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Poslednja nevesta

Poslednja nevesta

Vesnik svadbe po sokaku svuda je
Brinu snajke šta će koja mesiti
Neko mi se, kanda, skoro udaje
Moralo se i to jednom desiti

Tu livadu ja sam prvi kosio
Pričam više nego što bih smeo
'Ajde, odavno bih je zaprosio
Da sam samo hteo

Vetrić glanca krune granja
Tamiš nosi par lokvanja
Račun svedi: šta sad vredi mladost tričava?
Nevažno je to sve skupa
Sećanje je smešna lupa
Koja sitne stvari uveličava

Oprezno s tom violinom
Ona čezne za tišinom
K'o da škakljaš anđelčiće vrhom gudala
A nju nemoj pominjati
Neće svet zbog toga stati
Ma, neće biti prva što se udala

Ništa lakše nego sebe slagati
Ništa lakše neg' se nasmrt opiti
I ništa teže nego zalud tragati
Od sto drugih nju sam prob'o sklopiti

Srce cupka, al' misao okleva
Čeka da se stvari same dese
A tuga lepše zvuči kad se otpeva
Pesma sve podnese

Bog je katkad pravi šeret
Na strmini doda teret
I potura nedohvatno da se do'vati
Bog je dobar, kako kome
Al' bolje ne pitaj o tome
Ućutaću ili ću opsovati

Polagano, Šanji bači
Ti si znao šta mi znači
Ko da heklaš paučinu vrhom gudala
Kad pred crkvom baci buket
Neka padne, kao uklet
Neka bude zadnja što se udala

Samo bol je u životu siguran
Sreću nosi neki poštar jako spor
Neka samo ovu noć da izguram
Sutra ću već naći dobar izgovor

The Last Bride

Everywhere in the streets, there's news of a wedding
The brides-to-be worry about what they'll knead
Someone, it seems, is getting married soon
It had to happen sometime

I was the first to mow this meadow
I talk more than I should
I would have proposed to her long ago
If only I'd wanted to

The breeze polishes the crown of the branches
The Tamiš river carries a few water lilies
Count it up: what's the point of frivolous youth now?
It's all insignificant
Memory is a funny magnifying glass
That magnifies trivial things

Be careful with that violin
She craves silence
It's like tickling little angels with the tip of the bow
And don't mention her
The world won't stop for that
She won't be the first to get married

It's easier than ever to lie to oneself
It's easier than ever to get dead drunk
And nothing is harder than searching in vain
Out of a hundred others, I tried to fit her

My heart is racing, but my mind hesitates
Waiting for things to happen on their own
And sorrow sounds better when it's sung
Song endures everything

God is a real prankster sometimes
He adds a burden to the steep slope
And he offers the unattainable to be reached for
God is good, to each his own
But it's better not to ask about it
I'll either fall silent or swear

Slowly, Šanji, throw it
You knew what it meant to me
It's like crocheting a spider web with the tip of the bow
When she throws the bouquet in front of the church
Let it fall, like it's cursed
Let her be the last one to get married

Only pain is certain in life
Happiness is carried by some very slow postman
Just let me get through this night
Tomorrow I'll find a good excuse