Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Miholjsko leto

Miholjsko leto

Do pola jedan je bila
Na casu klavira
Onda korakom merila grad
I usput gledala izloge
Pardon, svoj odraz u njima
U kosi jos, poput venca
Ona molska kadenca
Mala vracka da upravo tad
Uz caffe Kibic polagano
Nadodje on, kao plima
Ref.
Tajne su tu zato
Da ih neko nasluti
Postoji rec koja vredi
Tek kad se odcuti
Bogu je kanuo caj
Svud je prsnuo sjaj
Jedan platan ce ostati zlatan
Ona kroz smeh cvrsto
Svoju kajdanku stisce
Ne drhti on, to je samo
To uvelo lisce
Blazeno Miholjsko leto
Jedno i sveto za njih
A on je nosio naglas
Svojih skoro osamnaest
Sve cesce mu govore vi
Beges u grudima udara
Bije u bronzane zice
U dzepu sretni staklenac
Ko ono novcic i zdenac
Mala vracka da nestanu svi
A ona bane ko lupez
I prospe mu kosu u lice
Ref.
Kao osrednji klo'ar
Malo prosed i prostar
Na uglu sam zastao sam
Ne tako dobar oktobar
I misli sve u ruskom 'timu
A, onda shvatih, na prepad
Da te volim, ko nekad
Vreme samo raspiruje plam
U meni miholjsko leto
To prkosno Sunce pred zimu
Ref.

Michaelmas Summer

It was half past twelve
During piano lessons
Then she measured the city with her steps
And looked at the store windows in the meantime
Excuse me, her reflection in them
Her hair still has, like a reef
That minor cadence
Little witch, because right then
Near the Kibic cafe, slowly
He came closer, like a high tide
Chorus
Secrets are there for a reason
So that someone might surmise them
There's a word that's worthwhile
Only after it's perceived
God has spilled tea
Everywhere there's a burst of brilliance
One sycamore tree will remain golden
Through laughter, she tightly
Clutches her locket
It's not him that's trembling, it's only
That withered leaf
Blissful Michaelmas summer
One and sacred for them
But he wore it with emphasis
His almost eighteen
More and more often, they call him gentleman
His heart beats in his chest
Strikes the bronze strings
In his pocket, a fortunate glass
Like that coin and a spring
Little witch, so that everyone disappears
But she enters as a robber
And lets her hair fall into his face
Chorus
Like a mediocre bum
Slightly gray and old
I stopped at the corner alone
Not such a good October
And all the thoughts in Russian 'team'
But then I realized, suddenly
That I love you, like I used to
Time only fans the flame
Michaelmas summer inside me
That defiant sun before winter
Chorus