Blues mutne vode - Đorđe Balašević перевод на английский

Blues mutne vode

Svašta se rodi u mutnoj vodi
Lukava mrena i glupavi smuđ
Karaš i bandar, lopov i žandar
I ribe što žive na račun tuđ

Malene one većih se klone
Ne paziš i već te nema za tren
Gde god da beže stignu u mreže
Neko se rodi da postane plen

Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne
I najveće ribe za mene su sitne
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet
A budem i ja i smuvan i varan
Pa svakom se desi da ispadne šaran
To je bar rutinska stvar

Ko život vodi u mutnoj vodi
Mora sve trikove dobro da zna,
U mutnoj vodi, što mnogim godi,
Posebno onim sa vrha i dna

Svi znaju svrhu, štuka na vrhu
Tu su da kvare i naprave lom
A dole na dnu, sudbinu jadnu
Mnogima rešava nekakav som

Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne
I najveće ribe za mene su sitne
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet
Ja pevam svoj blues u srcu dubine
I držim se pretežno zlatne sredine
To je bar rutinska stvar
Rutinska stvar

Na šta se svodi život u vodi?
Pa eto, grabljivci imaju vlast
Grgeč je glupan, ali je krupan
Pa male ribice guta u slast

U dane gadne, kad voda padne,
Plašljive ribe ne vrede ni groš
Naiđu krize, drukčije grize
I samo najbolji plivaju još

Ja pevam svoj blues bez namere bitne
I najveće ribe za mene su sitne
Ja sa strane samo posmatram taj svet
Ja pevam svoj blues u vrtlogu gluvom
I pitam se šta rade ribe na suvom
A to je bar rutinska stvar
Rutinska stvar

Blues of the Murky Waters

All sorts of things are born in murky waters
Sly tench and stupid barbel
Crucian carp and carp bream, thief and gendarme
And fish that live off others' backs

The small ones steer clear of the big ones
If you're not careful, you'll be gone in an instant
Wherever they flee, they end up in the nets
Some are born to become prey

I sing my blues with no particular aim
And even the biggest fish are small fry to me
I watch this world from the sidelines
And I become tench and bream and carp
After all, everyone ends up being a sucker
That's just the way things are

He who lives in murky waters
Must know all the tricks well
In murky waters, which many enjoy
Especially those at the top and bottom

Everyone knows their purpose, the pike at the top
They're here to wreak havoc and cause chaos
And down at the bottom, a sorry fate
A catfish solves for many of them

I sing my blues with no particular aim
And even the biggest fish are small fry to me
I watch this world from the sidelines
I sing my blues in the depths of my heart
And I stick to the golden mean as much as possible
That's just the way things are
The way things are

What does life in water boil down to?
Well, predators have power
The ruff is stupid, but he's big
So he gobbles up little fish with relish

In hard times, when the water drops
Timid fish aren't worth a dime
Crises come, and hunger gnaws
And only the best still swim

I sing my blues with no particular aim
And even the biggest fish are small fry to me
I watch this world from the sidelines
I sing my blues in the deafening whirlpool
And I wonder what fish do on dry land
But that's just the way things are
The way things are