Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Slovenska

Slovenska

Nošen dahom sna
Doleteo je crni golub na moj dlan.
Zašto, ko da zna,
Al' to sam jutro dočekao umoran.
K'o da sam i ja leteo s njim,
Krilima teškim, olovnim,
I video svet
Sakriven iza zlatnih oblaka.
Ako umrem mlad,
Posadi mi na grobu samo ruzmarin.
Ne dozvoli tad
Da naprave od toga tužni treći čin.
Nek mi ne drže govore,
Nek drugom pletu lovore.
Ako umrem mlad,
Zaustavljen u koraku i snu.
O, zagrli me sad, jako, najbolje što znaš
I nemoj crnoj ptici da me daš.
O ne, ne brini, proći će za tren,
Ja sam samo malo lud i zaljubljen.
U mojim venama davni sever samuje
I ja ponekad ne znam šta mu je.
Što luduje, od sreće tugu tka
Moja prosta duša slovenska.
Uplaši me sjaj
Milion sveća kad se nebom popali.
Gde je tome kraj?
Za kog su tako dubok zdenac kopali?
Zašto se sve to dešava,
Dal' čovek ista rešava
Il' smo samo tu
Zbog ravnoteže među zvezdama?
O, zagrli me sad, jako, najbolje što znaš
I nemoj crnoj ptici da me daš.
Ma ne, ne brini, proći će za tren,
Ja sam samo malo lud i zaljubljen.
U mojim venama davni sever samuje
I ja ponekad ne znam šta mu je.
Što luduje, od sreće tugu tka
Moja prosta duša slovenska
Moja prosta duša slovenska
Moja prosta duša slovenska

Slovenska

Carried by the breath of a dream
A black dove flew to my palm.
Why, as if it knows,
But I greeted this morning weary.
As if I too had flown with it,
With heavy, leaden wings,
And seen the world
Hidden behind golden clouds.
If I die young,
Plant only rosemary on my grave.
Don't allow them then
To make a sad third act of it.
Let them not make speeches for me,
Let them weave laurels for another.
If I die young,
Stopped in step and dream.
Oh, embrace me now, deeply, the best you can
And do not give me to the black bird.
Oh no, don't worry, it will pass in a moment,
I am only a little crazy and in love.
In my veins the ancient north wanders
And sometimes I don't know what's wrong with it.
What madness, from happiness weaves sorrow
My simple Slavic soul.
Frighten me the shine
A million candles when they ignite in the sky.
Where is the end of it?
For whom did they dig such a deep well?
Why is all this happening,
Does man solve the same
Or are we only here
For balance among the stars?
Oh, embrace me now, deeply, the best you can
And do not give me to the black bird.
But no, don't worry, it will pass in a moment,
I am only a little crazy and in love.
In my veins the ancient north wanders
And sometimes I don't know what's wrong with it.
What madness, from happiness weaves sorrow
My simple Slavic soul
My simple Slavic soul
My simple Slavic soul