Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Poslednja Nevesta

Poslednja Nevesta

Vesnik svadbe po sokaku svuda je
Brinu snajke sta ce koja mesiti
Neko m'i se, kanda, skoro udaje
Pa, cuj moralo se i to jednom desiti
Tu livadu ja sam prvi kosio
Ma pricam vise nego sto bih smeo
Ajde, odavno bih je zaprosio
Da sam samo hteo
Vetric glanca krune granja
Tamis nosi par lokvanja
Racun svedi, sta sad vredi mladost tricava
Nevazno je to sve skupa
Secanje je smesna lupa
Koja sitne stvari uvelicava
Oprezno s tom violinom
Ona cezne za tisinom
Ko da skakljas andjelcice vrhom gudala
A nju nemoj pominjati
Nece svet zbog toga stati
Nece biti prva sto se udala
Nista lakse nego sebe slagati
Nista lakse neg' se nasmrt opiti
I nista teze nego zalud tragati
Od sto drugih nju sam probo sklopiti
Srce cupka, al misao okleva
Ceka da se stvari same dese
A tuga lepse zvuci kad se otpeva
Pesma sve podnese
Bog je katkad pravi seret
Na strmini doda teret
I potura nedohvatno da se dohvati
Bog je dobar kako kome
Bolje ne pitaj o tome
Ucutacu ili cu opsovati
Polagano, sanji-baci
Ti si znao sta mi znaci
Ko da heklas paucinu vrhom gudala
Kad pred crkvom baci buket
Neka padne, kao uklet
Neka bude zadnja sto se udala
Samo bol je u zivotu siguran
Srecu nosi neki postar jako spor
Neka, samo ovu noc da izguram
Sutra cu vec naci dobar izgovor

Last Bride

The news of the wedding is everywhere
The brides worry what they will make
It feels like someone is getting married soon
Well, it had to happen sometime
I was the first one to mow that field
But I talk more than I should
Look, I would have proposed to her long ago
If I only wanted
The breeze is shining the leaves of the branches
The darkness carries a few bees
In the end, what is the use of youth
It doesn't matter all together
Memory is a funny magnifier
That makes the small things bigger
Be careful with that violin
It longs for silence
As if you were jumping little angels on the top of a bow
And don't mention her
The world won't end because of that
She won't be the first to get married
There's nothing easier than to lie to yourself
There's nothing easier than to get drunk
And there's nothing harder than to search in vain
I tried to fold her from a hundred others
My heart is breaking, but my mind is hesitating
Waiting for things to happen on their own
But sadness sounds better when it is sung
A song can bear everything
God is sometimes a real pain
He adds weight on the steepness
And offers the unattainable to be reached
God is good to some
Better not to ask about it
I'll either shut up or curse
Slowly, dream-teller
You know what you mean to me
As if you were weaving a spider web on the top of a bow
When she throws the bouquet in front of the church
Let it fall, like a curse
Let her be the last one to get married
Only pain is certain in life
Happiness brings some old man very slowly
Just let me get through this night
Tomorrow I'll find a good excuse