Anita - Đorđe Balašević перевод на английский

Anita

Dal' se bar ponekad seti
Plašim se da ne
Prosto ko u opereti
Sklopilo se sve

Violinist, tužni pajac
Lepa žena i tokajac
A kulise zavejani grad

Vodila me kud je htela
Dobar sam ja gost
Verešmarti, Citadela
I Lančani most
Zavejani Trg Heroja
Gde poželeh da je moja
I da uvek bude kao tad

Zvonio je cimbal
Neku tužnu staru stvar
Molila me da joj pišem jednom bar
Zateklo je jutro snežno
Same zvezde dve
Ljubila me nežno
Ko nijedna pre

Pogledom sam posle dugo
Pratio njen trag
Zavejanom ulicom Sent Haromsag
Plašila me slutnja neka
Znao sam od pre
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije

Srce malo jače bije
Kad se setim nje
A Listove rapsodije
Bude stare sne

Eh, da mi znati gde je
Dal se seti kada veje
Il' u inat drugog ljubi tad

Zvonio je cimbal
Neku tužnu staru stvar
Molila me da joj pišem jednom bar
Zateklo je jutro snežno
Same zvezde dve
Ljubila me nežno
Ko nijedna pre

Pogledom sam posle dugo
Pratio njen trag
Zavejanom ulicom Sent Haromsag
Plašila me slutnja neka
Znao sam od pre
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije
Sve izgleda izdaleka drukčije

Anita

Do you ever think about me
I'm afraid you don't
Just like in an operetta
Everything came together

Violinist, sad clown
Beautiful woman and Tokay
And the scenery of a snow-covered city

She led me wherever she wanted
I was a good guest
Verešmarti, Citadela
And the Chain Bridge
Snow-covered Heroes' Square
Where I wished she was mine
And that it would always be like that

The cymbal rang
Some sad old tune
She asked me to write to her just once
A snowy morning dawned
Only two stars
She kissed me tenderly
Like no one had before

For a long time after
I followed her trail with my eyes
Along the snow-covered street of Szent Haromsag
A premonition frightened me
I knew from before
Everything looks different from a distance

My heart beats a little faster
When I think of her
And Liszt's Rhapsodies
Will be old snows

Oh, if I only knew where she is
Does she remember when the wind blows
Or does she kiss another in spite

The cymbal rang
Some sad old tune
She asked me to write to her just once
A snowy morning dawned
Only two stars
She kissed me tenderly
Like no one had before

For a long time after
I followed her trail with my eyes
Along the snow-covered street of Szent Haromsag
A premonition frightened me
I knew from before
Everything looks different from a distance
Everything looks different from a distance
Everything looks different from a distance