Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Vi ste jedan običan miš

Vi ste jedan običan miš

Vi, vi ste jedan običan miš
Jedan mali preplašen stvor
I najbrži ritam je spor
Za vaše srce

Znam, noć je tamna k'o crni pliš
Tako rano opusti grad
čudne ptice doleću tad
Nije lako ostati sam

Sam na svetu, sam protiv svih
Kad je važno ispasti laf
Tad je važno ne biti šraf
U toj mašini

Znam, zvuči kao kafanski stih
Ali moraš zgaziti put
Moraš nos promoliti svud
Ako želiš stići svoj cilj

Priča se po gradu da ste marka
Samostalni idealni tip
Ali to je očigledna varka
što se mene lično tiče
To su samo prazne priče

Jer vi, vi ste jedan običan cvet
Mali zečić spreman na beg
A svud zima, vetar i sneg
I ludi lovci

Znam, ali kako menjati svet
Nikom nije stalo do tog
Svako drži samo do svog
Svako tera samo po svom

Priča se po gradu da ste glavni
Samostalni idealni tip
Kažu da ste samom vragu ravni
što se mene lično tiče
To su samo prazne priče sve

Ja, ja sam jedan običan tip
Težak slučaj, potpuni mrak
Mnoga mesta nose moj znak
I to je nešto

Znam, al' ne smeš biti bronzani kip
Punom parom to je moj plan
Jer dok lupiš dlanom o dlan
Već si samo polovna stvar

Spisak mojih snova je dugačak
Al' na prvom mestu sad ste vi
Ja sam stari ofucani mačak
Ne vidim vam nista loše
Nove priče, stare ploče

Vi ste moje sve il' ništa
Već odavno lovim miša
Poput vas
Malog miša kao vi

You Are a Common Mouse

You, you are a common mouse
A little frightened creature
And the fastest rhythm is slow
For your heart

I know, the night is as dark as black plush
The city empties so early
Strange birds fly in then
It's not easy to be left alone

Alone in the world, alone against everyone
When it's important to come across as a jerk
Then it's important not to be a screw
In that machine

I know, it sounds like a pub song
But you have to walk the path
You have to stick your nose everywhere
If you want to reach your goal

They say around town that you are a brand
An autonomous ideal type
But that's an obvious sham
As far as I'm personally concerned
Those are just empty stories

Because you, you are a common flower
A little bunny ready to run away
And everywhere is winter, wind and snow
And crazy hunters

I know, but how to change the world
Nobody cares about that
Everyone only cares about themselves
Everyone only goes their own way

They say around town that you are the main one
An autonomous ideal type
They say that you are equal to the devil himself
As far as I'm personally concerned
Those are just empty stories

I, I am a common guy
A difficult case, complete darkness
Many places bear my mark
And that's something

I know, but you can't be a bronze statue
That's my plan, full steam ahead
Because while you're clapping your hands
You're already only halfway there

My list of dreams is long
But you are now in first place
I am an old, worn-out cat
I don't see anything wrong with you
New stories, old records

You are my everything or nothing
I have been catching mice for a long time
Like you
A little mouse like you