Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Slabo divanim mađarski

Slabo divanim mađarski

Slabo divanim mađarski
Nešto malo
I to s greškom
Tecno govorim rukama
I perfektno se služim smeškom
Ali mađarski ne umem
Daj nauči me ′leba ti
Nisam mog'o da pomislim
Da će mi tol′ko trebati
Tvoje oči mastiljave
Crne zrele višnje španske
Tvoje usne sladunjave
Kao rizling od berbe lanjske
Suva trava, sva šuškava
Kao zipon na nevesti
Ali džabe pripovedam
Kada ne umem prevesti
Ma, di čes naći boljeg momka
Za te pare
Ne budi smešna, draga ti
Možeš doveka tragati
Al' nečeš nači nikog
Tako mi gitare
Ko če te više voleti
I ko če lepše lagati
Slabo poznajem Sent Tomas
Ali stignem do tvoje kuče
Tiho zazveckam šibicom
Sve se ponadam, možda čućeš
Ali pendžeri miruju
A te firange ćipkane
Samo vatru potpaljuju
Tvojom ručicom pipkane
Ma, di češ nači boljeg momka
Za te novce
Da ste mi sretni
On i ti
Ja ču se o'ma′ skloniti
Al′ me na svilen gajtan vezi
Kao zvonce
I samo cimni kad poželiš
Ja ču ti zazvoniti
Slabo divanim mađarski
Nešto malo, a i to mani
Učio sam iz čitanke
Al' sam ost′o na osmoj strani
Babe su me začarale
Perom iz krila selice
Ali ti češ me rešiti
Moja medena 'celice
Ma, di češ nači boljeg momka
Za te pare
Ne budi luda, draga ti
Možeš doveka tragati
Al′ nečeš nači nikog
Tako mi gitare
Ko če te više voleti
I ko če lepše lagati
Ma, di češ nači boljeg momka
Za te novce
Da ste mi sretni
On i ti
Ja ču se o'ma′ skloniti
Al' me na svilen gajtan vezi
Kao zvonce
I samo cimni kad poželiš
Ja ču ti zazvoniti

I Can't Speak Hungarian Well

I Can't Speak Hungarian Well
Just a Little
And That With Errors
I Can Communicate Nonverbally
And I'm Fluent in Smiles
But I Can't Speak Hungarian
Come on, Teach Me 'For The Sake of Your Bread'
I Never Thought
That I Would Need It This Much
Your Black Ink Eyes
Black Ripe Spanish Cherries
Your Sweet Lips
Like Last Year's Riesling
Dry Grass, All Rustling
Like a Bride's Dress
But It's Useless Me Talking
When I Can't Translate
Where Will You Find a Better Man
For That Money
Don't Be Silly, My Dear
You Can Search Forever
But You Won't Find Anyone
On My Guitar
Who Will Love You More
And Who Will Lie More Beautifully
I Don't Know Saint Thomas Well
But I'll Get to Your House
I'll Quietly Jingle a Match
Hoping Maybe You'll Hear
But the Windows Are Still
And Those Laced Curtains
Are Only Fueling the Fire
Fingered by Your Hand
Where Will You Find a Better Man
For That Money
May You Be Happy
He and You
I'll Leave Now
But Tie Me to a Silk Thread
Like a Bell
And Just Jingle When You Wish
I'll Ring for You
I Can't Speak Hungarian Well
Just A Little, And Even That Poorly
I Studied From Readers
But I Stopped at Page Eight
Girls Bewitched Me
With a Quill from a Swallow's Wing
But You Will Save Me
My Honeycomb Cell
Where Will You Find a Better Man
For That Money
Don't Be Crazy, My Dear
You Can Search Forever
But You Won't Find Anyone
On My Guitar
Who Will Love You More
And Who Will Lie More Beautifully
Where Will You Find a Better Man
For That Money
May You Be Happy
He and You
I'll Leave Now
But Tie Me to a Silk Thread
Like a Bell
And Just Jingle When You Wish
I'll Ring for You