Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Neki Novi Klinci

Neki Novi Klinci

Moj deda već dugo
Ore nebeske njive
Ali baka još čuva sve stvari
I sliku našeg sveca
Na dan kad sam rođen
Tu je posađen orah
I u avliji, pod gustom krošnjom
Sad igraju se deca
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
Kroz maglu treperi
Devet sveća na torti
(Tad sam dobio par mandarina
I malog belog zeca)
U maju, još uvek
Zriju komšijske bašte,
Ali trešnje i zelene kajsije
Kradu druga deca
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
Moj drugar Milutin
Druga klupa do vrata
Ima klinca od četiri i po
I uči ga da peca
Ponekad ga sretnem
Mahne kroz prozor kola
A u porti, za loptom sad jurcaju
Neka druga deca
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
A ja, ja se kockam
S prevarantom životom
Iz rukava on svakoga dana
Izvuče nekog keca
I stari mi kažu
"Sad si u pravom dobu!"
A u Ulici Jovana Cvijića
Rastu druga deca
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci
Neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci, neki novi klinci

Some New Kids

My grandpa has long since
Been ploughing the heavenly fields
But my grandma still keeps all his things
And the picture of our saint
The day I was born
A walnut tree was planted
And in the courtyard, under its dense canopy
Children are now playing
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
Through the mist, nine candles flicker
On a birthday cake
(Back then I got a couple of tangerines
And a little white rabbit)
In May, the neighbors' orchards
Are still ripening, but,
The cherries and green apricots
Are stolen by other kids
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
My buddy Milutin
Second row by the door
Has a kid of four and a half
And is teaching him to fish
Sometimes I meet him
He waves from the car window
And in the yard, other kids
Are now chasing after a ball
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
As for me, I gamble
With a cheating life
Every day it pulls out of its sleeve
Some kind of joker
And the old folks tell me
"Now you're in your prime!"
But in Jovana Cvijić Street
Other kids are growing up
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids
Some new kids, some new kids, some new kids