Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - O, kako tužnih ljubavi ima

O, kako tužnih ljubavi ima

Profesor Lukic sa cetvrtog sprata
Je ziveo prilicno sam
A decu je ucio ljubavne pesme
Sonete i sta ti ja znam

O kako tuznih ljubavi ima
Bas nesto razmisljam
Njegova zena, Lukic Milena
S drugim je otisla

O kako tuznih ljubavi ima
Ovaj svet je ispunjen njima
Sve vise sumnjam da neko
Sretno i voli jos

A gospodja Ruza je radila goblen
I subotom igrala tac
Od muza joj ostalo par zutih slika
Oficirska kapa i mac

O kako tuznih ljubavi ima
Bas nesto razmisljam
Porucnik Bata, iz prvog rata
Nije se vratio

Pisu romane, pesme, novele
O tome kako ljubav uvek nadje put
Znam neke sive, tuzne hotele
I neke prazne sobe
Gde je uvek onaj strasni mir

O kako tuznih ljubavi ima
Bas nesto razmisljam
Da l′ je i nasa tu medju njima
Brinem se ponekad

Andjelija Prokic je cekala princa
I njegovu carobnu moc
Da joj otplati kredit
Da joj napravi klinca
Da je voli do kasno u noc

O kako tuznih ljubavi ima
Bas nesto razmisljam
Njen suprug Bane, noci i dane
Nije se treznio

A kad se jednom, u dva i deset
Vratio kuci zeljan ljubavi i sna
Nasao pismo, pao u nesvest
Zena mu s Lukicem
Iz prve strofe pobegla u noc

Sve vise sumnjam da neko
Sretno i voli jos

Oh, How Many Sad Loves There Are

Professor Lukic from the fourth floor
Lived rather lonely
But taught love poems to children
Sonnets and what else I know

Oh, how many sad loves there are
I've been thinking about something
His wife, Lukic Milena
Ran away with another

Oh, how many sad loves there are
This world is filled with them
I doubt more and more that someone
Is still happy and in love

And Mrs. Ruza worked on a tapestry
And played cards on Saturdays
From her husband she had a few yellow paintings
A military cap and a sword

Oh, how many sad loves there are
I've been thinking about something
Lieutenant Bata from the first war
Never returned

They write novels, poems, short stories
About how love always finds a way
I know some gray, sad hotels
And some empty rooms
Where there's always that passionate peace

Oh, how many sad loves there are
I've been thinking about something
Is ours also among them?
I worry sometimes

Andjelija Prokic waited for a prince
And his magic power
To pay off her credit
To make her a baby
To love her until late at night

Oh, how many sad loves there are
I've been thinking about something
Her husband Bane, day and night
Wasn't sober

And when he came home one day at half past two
Longing for love and sleep
He found a letter, collapsed
His wife with Lukic
From the first stanza fled into the night

I doubt more and more that someone
Is still happy and in love