Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Jednom Su Sadili Lipu (Live)

Jednom Su Sadili Lipu (Live)

Jednom su sadili lipu,
Stari Nestorov, gos'n Ceda
I jos jedan.
Bio sam nov u tom stripu,
Komsijin mali,
Kog su pustili da gleda.
Stari Nestorov, potpalivsi korov,
Tad rece mi:
"Ti si mlad.
Ti ces dospeti za taj hlad..."
Jednom sam voleo zbilja,
Mislim na ljubav paravu,
Sasavu i silnu.
Vozio hiljadu milja,
K'o onaj ruzni Francuz,
U prelepom filmu...
Vukle me sine, pod tocak masine,
Al' ona me spasila.
Sve je druge ugasila.
Hej, sve to dodje na svoje.
Odavno pravila znam:
Samo tuge se broje...
Hej, opet tornjevi tuku,
Na Svetog Luku...
Jesen je kriva,
Uvek me rasturi siva...
Jednom je prosla kraj mene,
Sa tipom kog sam znao, taman da se javim.
Skrila je pogled na vreme,
Al' sasvim dovoljno za zur u mojoj glavi.
Bezvezbo "zdravo",
I klimanje glavom,
I sve sto vec sleduje...
Neka, lutko, u redu je...
Hej, sve to dodje na svoje.
Davno pravila znam:
Samo tuge se broje...
Hej, opet tornjevi tuku na svetog Luku...
Jesen je kriva,
Uvek me rasturi siva.
Jednom su palili lisce sa one lipe,
Dim je leteo do neba;
Na kom su (nema ih vise)
Stari Nestorov, gos'n Ceda i jos jedan...
Ko nije drvo razumeo prvo,
Pa tek onda sadio-
Taj nije nista uradio.
I shvatice kad-tad,
Da ne zna sta je hlad...

Jednom Su Sadili Lipu (Live)

Once, they planted a linden tree,
Old Nestorov, Mr. Ceda
And one more.
I was new in that strip,
The neighbor's little boy,
Who was allowed to watch.
Old Nestorov, after he set fire to the weeds,
Then said to me:
"You are young.
You will live to enjoy its shade..."
Once I loved truly,
I mean with pure, great love,
Overwhelming and powerful.
I drove a thousand miles,
Like that ugly Frenchman,
In a beautiful film...
It pulls me, dear, under the wheels of a machine,
But she saved me.
She put out all the other fires.
Hey, everything comes to its own.
I know the rules for a long time:
Only sorrows are counted...
Hey, the towers are striking again,
On Saint Luke's Day...
Autumn is to blame,
It always makes me upset...
Once she passed by me,
With a guy I knew, just to say hello.
She hid her gaze in time,
But it was enough for a party in my head.
A pointless "hello",
And a nod of the head,
And everything that usually follows...
Nevermind, doll, it's okay...
Hey, everything comes to its own.
I know the rules for a long time:
Only sorrows are counted...
Hey, the towers are striking again on Saint Luke's Day...
Autumn is to blame,
It always makes me upset.
Once they burned the leaves of that linden tree,
The smoke rose to the sky;
On which are (they are no more)
Old Nestorov, Mr. Ceda, and one more...
Who did not understand the tree first,
And only then planted it-
He did nothing.
And he will understand sooner or later,
That he does not know what shade is...