Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Anđela

Anđela

Moja je draga veštica
O tom ni reči nikome
Na zidu ispod ikone šara srca i slova
Ume sa retkim travkama
Munđari tajno s čavkama
U san dozove dobre trolov
I uvek osvane nova

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Moja je draga najbolja
Anđeo dobrog naboja
Prošek u nedra prolije
I eto ti čarolije
Druge mi za čas posade
Bezbojnu ružu dosade
Držimo palce Vrag i ja
Da potraje ta magija

Moja je draga veštica.
Uvrača trista prepreka
Odavde do Bečkereka
I oko čarde kod Zablja
Kad se na putu zadržim
Paprenu čorbu zapržim
Munja se nebom razmaše
Kao zlatna sablja
I samo baja, i na pertle mi vezuje čvorove,što sve govore
Al' dok mirno spava pošten svet,dugo se mirimo...
To je tek vatromet

Moja je draga najbolja
Anđeo dobrog naboja
Prošek u nedra prolije
I eto ti čarolije
Druge mi za čas posade
Bezbojnu ružu dosade
Držimo palce Vrag i ja
Da potraje ta magija

Moja je draga najbolja
Anđeo dobrog naboja
Prošek u nedra prolije
I eto ti čarolije
Druge mi za čas posade
Bezbojnu ružu dosade
Držimo palce Vrag i ja
Da potraje ta magija
Da potraje ta magija
Da potraje

Angela

My love is a witch
Don't tell anyone about it
On the wall under the icon, a pattern of hearts and letters
Skill with rare herbs
Secret spells with incantations
She summons good trolls in her dreams
And she always awakens new

When she walks past the fish market, everyone whispers:
Here she comes... There will be trouble
But they stare like drunks, enchanted by her petticoat

My love is the best
An angel with a good charge
She pours Prošek into her bosom
And behold the magic
Others plant me for a while
A colorless rose of boredom
The Devil and I hold our thumbs
For this magic to last

My love is a witch.
She casts spells on three hundred obstacles
From here to Bečkerek
And around the inn at Zabla
When I stop on the road
I fry a spicy soup
Lightning flashes across the sky
Like a golden sword
And she just chants, and ties knots in my laces,which all say
But while the honest world sleeps peacefully,we calm down for a long time...
That's just fireworks

My love is the best
An angel with a good charge
She pours Prošek into her bosom
And behold the magic
Others plant me for a while
A colorless rose of boredom
The Devil and I hold our thumbs
For this magic to last

My love is the best
An angel with a good charge
She pours Prošek into her bosom
And behold the magic
Others plant me for a while
A colorless rose of boredom
The Devil and I hold our thumbs
For this magic to last
For this magic to last
To last