Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Olelole

Olelole

Ole Lole, pišem ti pesmu devet dana,
Brusim filigranske detalje,
Nižem, al′ ništa od đerdana – lepo neće dalje.

Ole Lole, nameću neki ritam marša,
Lude se klanjaju k'o đeram.
Pevaju pesme s puno falša, ja po svome teram.

Lole, valja mi tamburu spaliti, k′o one vikinške ladje,
Pustiti rekom pa žaliti, nek je djavo nađe.
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem, opet sam sanjao sušu,
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je, za moju dušu.

Lole, imaš li ikoga na svetu,
Ili bi samnom na put mogla?
Hajde da menjamo planetu, sutra dajem oglas.

Ole Lole, pogledaj samo šta nam rade,
Na karti neba mi smo tačka.
Stavi pred krevet barikade i mirna Bačka.

Lole, taman se ludilo rasčisti, taman smo nadomak smisla,
Evo ih sledeći fašisti dok si rek'o "piksla".
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem, opet sam sanjao sušu,
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je, za moju dušu, ajde...

Ole Lole, cakli se mesec k'o medaljon,
Al′ nešto goropadno motri.
Postroji zvezdani bataljon, fališ na toj smotri.

Ole Lole, baš tebe briga, slušaš jastuk,
Stiskaš tu svilu kao klešta,
Misliš na neki bezobrazluk. O, Bože, baš koješta.

Ole, danas sam pun neke Španije, triput sam živeo tamo.
Sumnjaš u živote ranije? Ako, smej se samo.
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem, opet sam sanjao sušu,
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je, za moju dušu.

Lole, valja mi tamburu spaliti, k′o one vikinške lađe,
Pustiti rekom pa žaliti, nek je đavo nađe.
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem, opet sam sanjao sušu,
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je, za moju dušu.

Lole, danas sam pun neke Španije, triput sam živeo tamo.
Sumnjaš u živote ranije? Ako, smej se samo.
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem, opet sam sanjao sušu,
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je, za moju crnu dušu, Lole moj!

Olelole

Oh, my dearest, I've been writing you a song for nine long days,
Crafting its intricate details,
Stringing it together, but like a broken necklace, its beauty escapes me.

My darling, they force upon me a marching rhythm,
Like mindless automatons they bow.
They sing their hollow hymns, while I forge my own path.

My love, I must burn my guitar, like those Viking ships of yore,
Send it down the river with my lamentations, let the devil claim it.
My dear, pour me another, for I've dreamt of drought again,
And let the Gypsy Kings soothe my soul.

My beloved, is there anyone in this world for you,
Or would you embark on a journey with me?
Let us change planets, I'll place an ad tomorrow.

Oh, my dearest, look at what they're doing to us,
On the cosmic map, we're but a mere dot.
Erect barricades before my bed, and let us find peace in the tranquil Bačka region.

My love, just as the madness subsides, and we glimpse the meaning,
Here come the next wave of fascists, before we can even say "boo."
My dear, pour me another, for I've dreamt of drought again,
And let the Gypsy Kings soothe my soul, oh my love...

Oh, my dearest, the moon hangs like a medallion,
But there's something sinister lurking.
It deploys a celestial battalion, and you're missing from the muster.

Oh, my love, as you worry, you clutch your pillow,
Your fingers like a vise on its silk,
Your mind conjuring up some absurd fantasy. Oh, my, such nonsense.

My love, today I'm filled with the spirit of Spain, I've lived there thrice before.
Do you doubt my past lives? If so, laugh on.
My dear, pour me another, for I've dreamt of drought again,
And let the Gypsy Kings soothe my soul.

My love, I must burn my guitar, like those Viking ships of yore,
Send it down the river with my lamentations, let the devil claim it.
My dear, pour me another, for I've dreamt of drought again,
And let the Gypsy Kings soothe my soul.

My love, today I'm filled with the spirit of Spain, I've lived there thrice before.
Do you doubt my past lives? If so, laugh on.
My dear, pour me another, for I've dreamt of drought again,
And let the Gypsy Kings soothe my soul, my dearest love!