Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Ostaje mi to što se volimo

Ostaje mi to što se volimo

Moj drug iz detinjstva živi sretno na selu
Ko u ruskom romanu, tačno tako
Ima ženu i sina
Ima podrum pun vina i sve mu je ravno

U poslednje vreme ja ga viđam sve ređe
Samo onda, uglavnom, kad nešto slavi
Al′ on ne pita puno
Pruži ruku i kaže nisi bio odavno

I sećamo se dana kad smo još bili
Divlji ko jeleni hitri
I sve smo bliži istini i tuzi
što smo bliži sledećoj litri

Pitam ga da l' zna
Da si otišla, da si otišla
Pa dabome, kaže on
Imala je drugog, to znaš

Pitam ga da l′ zna
Da se volimo, da se još volimo
O blago tebi, gunđa on
Nekad si ko dete baš

Moj drug iz detinjstva život posmatra škrto
Vidi nebo i zemlju, ma, ima pravo
Ja sam prokleti pesnik
Koji stoji na kiši, koji laže i voli

Mada smo učili istu grubu životnu školu
Mi smo nekad daleki, ali to je ljudski
Svako nosi u sebi nekog svog malog Boga
Kom' se potajno moli

I sećamo se dana kad smo bežali vetru
Ko besni čilaši
I sve smo bliži istini i tuzi
što smo bliži sledećoj čaši

Pitam ga šta sad
Kad si otišla, kad si otišla
Ma vrlo važno, kaže on
Pa ima toliko sličnih njoj

Pitam ga da l' zna
Da se volimo, da se još volimo
Ma koješta, gunđa on
Dodaj bokal, stari moj

Moj drug iz detinjstva se oženio zelen
Al′ je imao sreće, ja vidiš nisam
Ja sam ljubio razne
Neke potpuno prazne, neke potpuno strane

I sve mi se čini da ne postoji način
Da mu objasnim tebe, jedninu pravu
Zato topim u vinu čitav svet
Jer u čašu može svašta da stane

Pa brže vraćam priču na detinjstvo
I na ždrepce znojavih sapi
I sve smo bliži istini i tuzi
što smo bliži sledećoj kapi

I sećamo se dana kad smo još bili
Divlji ko jeleni hitri
I sve smo bliži istini i tuzi
što smo bliži sledećoj litri

Pitam ga da l′ zna
Da je nevažno što si otišla
Ajd, u redu, kaže on
I šta ti sada ostaje

Ostaje mi to
što se volimo, što se volimo
Da l' zbog vina, gunđa on
Al′ ovo smešno postaje

Ostaje mi to
što se volimo, što se volimo

Still in Love

My friend from childhood lives contentedly in the country
Just like in a Russian novel, exactly so
He has a wife and a son
A cellar with plenty of wine, and everything else is good

Lately I see him less and less
Only now and then, usually when he's celebrating something
But he doesn't ask much
He just extends his hand and says you haven't been by in a while

And we remember the days when we were still
As wild as deer
And we get closer to the truth and sorrow
With each new drink

I ask him if he knows
That you're gone, that you're gone
Of course, he says
She had someone else, you know

I ask him if he knows
That we still love each other, that we love each other still
Lucky you, he mumbles
You're being childish

My friend from childhood looks at life from a simple perspective
He sees heaven and earth
I'm a cursed poet
Who stands in the rain, who lies and loves

Although we studied the same lifeclass
We're sometimes distant, but that's human
Everyone carries around a little God
To whom they secretly pray

And we remember the days when we were running from the wind
Like wild horses
And we get closer to the truth and sorrow
With each new glass

I ask him what now
That you're gone, that you're gone
Very important, he says
There are many others like her

I ask him if he knows
That we still love each other, that we love each other still
Nonsense, he mumbles
Get me another bottle, my friend

My friend from childhood got married young
But he was lucky, you see, I wasn't
I've loved many
Some completely empty, some completely foreign

And I can't seem to find a way
To explain you to him, my one true love
That's why I drown the whole world in wine
Because anything is possible in a glass

So I quickly return the conversation to childhood
And to the colts panting with sweat
And we get closer to the truth and sorrow
With each new drop

And we remember the days when we were still
As wild as deer
And we get closer to the truth and sorrow
With each new drink

I ask him if he knows
That it doesn't matter that you're gone
Okay, he says
What's left for you now

I have this left
That we love each other, that we love each other
Is it because of the wine, he mumbles
This is getting ridiculous

I have this left
That we love each other, that we love each other