Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Ljubav Ne Pobedjuje

Ljubav Ne Pobedjuje

Ljubav ne pobeđuje,
Nijedna od stotine.
To su samo drevne zablude,
Više izmišljotina,
Maslo ludih pesnika,
Prevejanih lisaca,
Raznih muzikanata,
Glumatala i pisaca.
Znam, ljubav ruši zidine
Ponosa i taštine,
Ali bajke da pobedjuje
To su budalaštine!
Lako je izigraju,
Kao trsku slome je,
Nikoga ne porazi
Sem onoga u kome je.
Romeo i Julija pravila su kršili,
Sitnim slovom počeli
Pa krupnom tačkom tu priču završili.
Na vernost se zakleli, samo srca sledili,
Da je tužno - tužno je
Al' nisam ubeđen da su pobedili.
Ljubav je tek akrostih,
Refren stare arije,
Takvi nikad ne pobeđuju
Ma to su koještarije.
Utvrda bez stražare,
Poharama krunjena,
Naivna i ranjiva,
Zanesena i zbunjena.
Orfej se oglušio
O pretnje i pridike,
Davni hadez prošao
Pa opet ostao bez Euridike.
Nesretna Karenjina,
Crni zar na auri,
Inicijal Puškina
Zorom ugraviran na kobnoj čauri.
Eeej, okraj oka tinjaju
Mali zlatni grumeni,
Daj mi Bože stih
Da utešim jedan nosić rumeni.
Pa da, ljubav nosi dolamu
Od vilinskog prediva
I možda ne pobeđuje,
Al' je zato nepobediva

Love Does Not Conquer

Love does not conquer,
Not even one out of a hundred.
These are just ancient fallacies,
No more than inventions,
The delusions of mad poets,
Cunning foxes,
Various musicians,
Actors and writers.
I know, love breaks down the walls
Of pride and vanity,
But the fairy tales that it conquers
Are nonsense!
It is easily outwitted,
Broken like a reed,
It defeats no one
Except the one who holds it.
Romeo and Juliet broke the rules,
They began in small print,
And ended the story with a bold period.
They swore to be faithful, but followed only their hearts,
It is sad - it is sad,
But I am not convinced that they conquered.
Love is just an acrostic,
The refrain of an old aria,
Such things never conquer,
They are just childish prattle.
A fortress without guards,
Crowned with destruction,
Naive and vulnerable,
Enchanted and confused.
Orpheus turned a deaf ear
To threats and sermons,
He journeyed into ancient Hades
And still lost Eurydice.
Unhappy Karenina,
A black spade on an ace,
Pushkin's initial
Engraved on the fatal shell at dawn.
Eeej, small golden nuggets
Glimmer in the corner of my eye,
Grant me, oh God, a verse
To comfort a blushing face.
Yes, love wears a gown
Of fairy-spun thread,
And may not conquer,
But it is therefore invincible.