Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Jednom Su Sadili Lipu

Jednom Su Sadili Lipu

Jednom su sadili lipu
Stari Nestorov, gosn Čeda i još jedan
Bio sam nov u tom stripu
Komšijin mali kog su pustili da gleda

Stari Nestorov, potpalivši korov
Tad reče mi, "Ti si mlad
Ti ćeš dospeti za taj hlad"

Jednom sam voleo zbilja
Mislim na ljubav pravu, šašavu i silnu
Vozio hiljadu milja
Ko onaj ružni Francuz u prelepom filmu

Vukle me šine pod točak mašine
Al ona me spasila
Sve je druge ugasila

Hej, sve to dođe 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 prošla kraj mene
Sa tipom kog sam znao, taman da se javim
Skrila je pogled na vreme
Al sasvim dovoljno za žur u mojoj glavi

Bezvezno "Zdravo" i klimanje glavom
I sve što već sleduje
Neka, lutko, u redu je

Hej, sve to dođe na svoje
Odavno pravila znam
Samo tuge se broje

Hej, opet tornjevi tuku na svetog Luku
Jesen je kriva
Uvek me rasturi siva

Jednom su palili lišće
Sa one lipe, dim je lebdeo do neba
Na kom su, nema ih više
Stari Nestorov, gosn Čeda i još jedan

Ko nije drvo razumeo prvo pa tek onda sadio
Taj nije ništa uradio
I shvatiće, kad-tad, da ne zna šta je hlad

Once They Planted a Linden Tree

Once they planted a linden tree
Old Nestorov, Mr. Čeda and another
I was new in that strip
The neighbor's little one who was allowed to watch

Old Nestorov, having lit the weeds
Then he told me, "You are young
You will come for that shade"

Once I really loved
I mean love that is real, crazy and strong
Drove a thousand miles
Like that ugly Frenchman in the wonderful film

My wheels dragged me under the machine
But she saved me
She put out all the others

Hey, it all comes in its own way
I have known the rules for a long time
Only sorrows are counted

Hey, again the towers knock on St. Luke's
Autumn is to blame
I always get upset with gray

Once she passed by me
With a guy I knew just to say hi
She hid her eyes in time
But it was enough for a party in my head

A meaningless "Hello" and nodding head
And everything that follows
Never mind, doll, it's all right

Hey, it all comes in its own way
I have known the rules for a long time
Only sorrows are counted

Hey, again the towers knock on St. Luke's
Autumn is to blame
I always get upset with gray

Once they burned the leaves
From that linden, smoke floated up to the sky
They are not there anymore
Old Nestorov, Mr. Čeda and another

He who did not first understand the tree and then planted it
He has done nothing
And he will understand, sooner or later, that he does not know what shade is