Текст и перевод песни Đorđe Balašević - Devojka Sa 'Čardaš' Nogama

Devojka Sa 'Čardaš' Nogama

Nosila je jelek svileni, kao u pesmi narodnoj
I krstić, znak na lančiću da nekog čeka, navodno
O, to su bili svatovi, sve kićeni i zlaćeni
A mi smo bolje svirali neg' što smo bili plaćeni
Al' dobro sad

Nosio sam šal od kašmira i prsluk protkan tajnama
Baš od takvih su je čuvale tetke sa 'ladnim trajnama
Ko srna me je gledala, žalosnom pesmom sluđena
Čije si, pile, pirgavo? Što nisi meni suđena?
Eh, da

Hej, pusti kose pune polena
Hajde, baš u inat babarogama
Hop-la, digni suknju iznad kolena
Znam da kriješ čardaš u tim lepim nogama

Rekoh joj: "Beži, mani se i traži bolje partije
Premala je moja tambura da te od kiše sakrije"
Rekoh joj: "Ja sam samo tu da vreme brže proleti
Ja nosim čizme skitaljke, mene je teško voleti"
Badava

Hej, pusti kose pune polena
Hajde, baš u inat babarogama
Hop-la, digni suknju iznad kolena
Znam da kriješ čardaš u tim lepim nogama

Hej, doleti, mala senice
Tu, na moje zlatne čivije
Vatra šara tvoje zenice
Razbij nešto i zaigraj ludo, divije

The Girl With 'Čardaš' Legs

She wore a silken vest, like in folk songs
And a cross, a sign on her chain, supposedly waiting for someone
Oh, those were weddings, all adorned and gilded
And we played better than we were paid for
But it's fine now

I wore a cashmere scarf and a vest woven with secrets
Just like those, her aunts guarded her with cool persistence
She looked at me like a doe, stunned by a mournful song
Whose are you, my dear, fiery one? Why weren't you destined for me?
Ah, if only

Hey, let your hair, full of pollen, flow
Come on, just to spite those old hags
Hop-la, lift your skirt above your knees
I know you hide a čardaš in those lovely legs

I told her: "Run away, forget about it and find better matches
My tambura is too small to shelter you from the rain"
I told her: "I'm just here to make time fly by
I wear wanderer's boots, it's hard to love me"
In vain

Hey, let your hair, full of pollen, flow
Come on, just to spite those old hags
Hop-la, lift your skirt above your knees
I know you hide a čardaš in those lovely legs

Hey, fly in, little warbler
Here, on my golden nails
The fire of your pupils is a pattern
Break something and dance wildly, like a wild thing