Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Budimpeštanski sneg

Budimpeštanski sneg

Da l' se bar ponekad seti?
Plašim se da ne,
Prosto k'o 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 k'o ni jedna pre.
Pogledom sam posle, dugo, pratio njen trag, zavejanom ulicom Szentharomsag,
Plašila me slutnja neka, znao sam od pre,
Sve izgleda iz daleka drukčije.

Srce malo jače bije kad se setim nje,
A listove rapsodije, bude stare sne.
Ej da mi je znati gde je, da l' se seri 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 k'o ni jedna pre.
Pogledom sam posle, dugo, pratio njen trag, zavejanom ulicom Szentharomsag,
Plašila me slutnja neka, znao sam od pre,
Sve izgleda iz daleka drukčije.
Sve izgleda iz daleka drukčije
Sve izgleda iz daleka drukčije

Budimpeštanski sneg

Do you ever think of me at all, my dear?
I fear that you don't,
All folding up, just like in an operetta.

Violinist, melancholic clown,
A beautiful woman and tokaji,
And the backdrop, a snow-covered city.

She led me wherever she wanted,
I was a good guest,
Vörösmarty, the Citadel, and the Chain Bridge.
The snow-covered Heroes' Square, where I wished she were mine, and that it would always be like this.

A cimbalom was playing some sad, old tune
She begged me to write to her someday.
A snowy morning caught us, only two stars in the sky,
She kissed me tenderly like no one had ever kissed me before.
Afterwards, I watched her footsteps for a long time, on Szentharomsag’s snow-covered street,
A premonition frightened me, I knew from before,
Everything looks different from afar.

My heart beats a little faster when I think of her,
But the sheets of the rhapsody stir up the old snow.
Oh, if only I knew where she is, does she shiver when it blows, or does she kiss another out of spite?

A cimbalom was playing some sad, old tune
She begged me to write to her someday,
A snowy morning caught us, only two stars in the sky,
She kissed me tenderly like no one had ever kissed me before.
Afterwards, I watched her footsteps for a long time, on Szentharomsag’s snow-covered street,
A premonition frightened me, I knew from before,
Everything looks different from afar.
Everything looks different from afar
Everything looks different from afar