Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Uspavanka Za Decaka

Uspavanka Za Decaka

Pricace ti jednom mozda
Kako sam ja bio sto-sta
Pile moje, pace moje malo
Mudrovace badavani
Kad me nema da se branim
Da sam blizu, ne bi im se dalo
Pricace ti o plovidbi
Ti sto nisu sidro digli
Sta sam za njih neg' ukleta sajka
Tvrdice sa cudnim sjajem
Da sam drhtao pred zmajem
Videli su oni iz prikrajka
Al' ti slutis otkud bore
Trunje se u oku diglo
Olujno je tamo gore
Gde nas nije puno stiglo
Znam da sanjas more sveca
I korake po tom doku
Ti si tamo bio u mom oku
Pricace ti, kojekakvi
Zloba se k'o rubin cakli
Kako odjek mog osmeha jeci
I klece se u pretpostavke
Kljuckajuci kao cavke
Moje lose prepricane reci
Brojao sam ljude s krsta
Pravila i izuzetke
Posvud promasena vrsta
Samo retki nadju retke
Znam da sanjas vaskrsenje
Jednu siluetu plahu
Ti si tamo bio u mom dahu
Pricace ti jednom svasta
Boljima se tesko prasta
Pile moje, pace moje malo
I silni misevi u boci
Javice se k'o svedoci
Pustolovnog traganja za Gralom
Ne znam vise, Boze prosti
Dal' da strepim
Il' da stremim
Da to breme posebnosti
I na tebe nakalemim
Ako nije kasno vec
Jer znam da sanjas rimovanja
Krike i tisinu nemu
Ti si bio svugde
U mom' svemu
Pile moje, pace moje malo
Lavce moje

A Lullaby For A Boy

They might tell you someday
How I was everything and more
My precious chick, my little dove
They will philosophize in vain
When I'm gone and cannot defend myself
If I were near, I would not let them
They will tell you about sailing
They who never weighed anchor
What am I to them but a cursed rowboat
Bullies with strange glitter
That I trembled before the dragon
They saw from the sidelines
But you can sense where the struggles lie
A speck in the eye has arisen
It's stormy up there
Where not many of us made it
I know you dream of the sea of candles
And the footsteps on that dock
You were there in my eyes
They will tell you, all sorts of things
Their spite glitters like a ruby
About how the echo of my laughter rings
And they crouch in presuppositions
Chattering like jackdaws
My poorly retold words
I counted the people at the crossroads
The rules and the exceptions
A species prone to error
Only a few find the rhymes
I know you dream of resurrection
A pale silhouette
You were there in my breath
They will tell you all sorts of things
The good are hard to forgive
My precious chick, my little dove
And mighty mice in a bottle
Will come forward as witnesses
Of the adventurous quest for the Grail
I don't know anymore, God forgive me
Should I fear
Or should I strive
To graft this burden of difference
Onto you
If it's not too late
Because I know you dream of rhyming
Of shouting and silent speechlessness
You were everywhere
In my everything
My precious chick, my little dove
My little lion