Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Sin jedinac
Stara
stvar
u
Novom
Beceju...
An
old
thing
in
Novi
Becej...
Slava
je
za
Gospojinu...
The
feast
is
for
the
Assumption...
Ne
znate
vi
moju
Ninu...
You
don't
know
my
Nina...
Dece
nema
pa
me
vole
kao
matera...
We
have
no
children,
so
they
love
me
like
a
mother...
Pridvece
do
crkve
trkne...
In
front
of
the
church,
it
gets
dark...
Za
pokojnim
Strikom
smrkne...
It
gets
dark
for
the
late
Uncle...
A
sve
brine
da
me
u
"spacirung"
natera...
But
she
always
worries
about
driving
me
to
the
"promenade"...
Ja
sam
otrov
za
udavace...
I'm
poison
for
matchmakers...
Trepcu
oci
snevalice...
Dreamers'
eyes
flicker...
Uzdisu
k′o
zevalice...
They
sigh
like
yawners...
Gurkaju
se
laktovima...
Usne
napuce...
They
nudge
each
other
with
their
elbows...
Their
lips
are
pursed...
Jednoj
miraz
mlin
sto
melje...
One
has
a
mill
dowry
that
grinds...
Drugoj
lanac
i
po'
zemlje...
Another
has
a
chain
and
a
half
of
land...
Trecoj
cifra
tol′ka
da
se
samo
sapuce...
The
third
has
a
number
that
just
makes
you
snore...
Bez'te
curice
s
glavne
ulice...
Get
out
of
here,
girls
from
the
main
street...
Kada
prode
sin
jedinac...
Stikla
kleca...
When
the
only
son
sells...
A
glass
birdcage...
Sitne
su
vam
udice...
Your
hooks
are
too
small...
Korzom
plovi
stuka
sto
se
retko
peca...
A
sturgeon
swims
along
the
promenade
that
is
rarely
caught...
Zbogom
Totice,
male
skotice...
Goodbye
Totica,
little
slut...
Madjarice-svadjalice...
Srcolomke...
Hungarian
women-gossips...
Quarrelsome
women...
Prave
ste
lepotice...
You
are
really
beauties...
Zali
Boze
faliti
vam
druge
momke...
Thank
God
for
blessing
you
with
other
boys...
Videh
pendzer
u
Beckereku...
I
saw
a
train
in
Beckerek...
I
u
njemu...
Povrh
lale...
And
in
it...
Above
the
tulips...
Tog
trenutka
procvetale...
At
that
moment
they
blossomed...
Zasja
pramen
ridji...
Kao
krilo
tetreba...
A
strand
of
red
hair
shone...
Like
a
grouse's
wing...
Ni
do
ceg'
mi
vise
nije...
Nothing
else
matters
to
me
anymore...
Snevam
zemlju
iz
saksije...
I
dream
of
the
land
from
the
pots...
Meni,
babo,
od
te
zemlje
vise
ne
treba...
Grandma,
I
don't
need
any
more
of
that
land...
Nek′
se
okusa
hor
torokusa...
Let
the
choir
of
throats
taste...
Ja
sam
babin
sin
jedinac...
Mater
svima...
I
am
grandma's
only
son...
Mother
to
everyone...
Sta
god
ko
god
pokusa...
Whatever
anyone
tempts...
Uzecu
je,
pa
da
samo
bluzu
ima...
They
will
take
it,
just
so
they
have
a
blouse...
Zbogom
Sremice-uspaljenice...
Goodbye
Sremica-insomniac...
I
Bacvanke...
Probiranke
od
zanata...
And
Bacvanke...
Samples
from
all
trades...
Fine
ste
vi
zenice...
You
are
fine
zenits...
Al′
vec
vidim...
Zenicu
se
iz
Banata...
But
I
already
see...
A
zenica
from
Banat...
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