Djordje Balasevic - Boze Boze
Bože, Bože, di baš ja, od svih sretnih Cigana,
da se rodim baš kad zadremaš?
Da me ne blagosloviš... Nikad ni ne osloviš...
Dok za nekim... Makarkakvim... Vašar raspremaš?
Dvaes'četir dinara dužan sam kod mlinara...
Kod kovača ne smem svraćati...
Juri me dućandžija... Švićka za mnom kamdžija...
Jedva imam svirce plaćati...
Za mnom cika... Za mnom potraga... A preda mnom put za Dovraga...
Bar da mi je fićok rakije... Tu bi moglo da se sakrije...
Još kad onda svirci nagare... Sve ću dati, sve ću propiti...
Samo neću moje malo magare... S belegom na levoj kopiti...
Niko mene ne zna slušati... Ko moj verni drugar ušati...
Za mnom ići i sanjariti... A ne kvariti....
Bože, Bože, di baš ja od svih spretnih Cigana,
naspram zvezda da se zagubim?
Dok sam konje pojio, Vrag je drum prespojio...
On je teo da se u nju, Belu, zaljubim...
Samo ako išta znam,onda znam da budem sam...
Tu sam isti na mog ujaka...
Lula i kabanica... Britva i brojanica...Djordje Balasevic - Boze Boze - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/boze-boze-lyrics-english-translation.html
Prijatelja ko u kurjaka...
Za mnom cika... Za mnom potraga... A preda mnom put za Dovraga...
Bar da mi je fićok rakije... Tu bi moglo da se sakrije...
Pa kad svirci nagare... Zadnji groš ću propiti...
Ali ne dam magare... S belegom na levoj kopiti...
Di je da je, neka je... Samo nek daleka je...
Da je duže trajalo, ne bi valjalo...
Bože, Bože, di baš ja od svih grešnih Cigana,
da padnem na sitnim gresima?
Ne daš mi je videti? I to od ruke ide ti...
Mora da je besposleno na nebesima?
Stiću sutra do mraka do komšijskog oblaka...
Pod njim ću se opet roditi...
Nisi ti na nebu sam... Bogova je povazdan...
S nekim ću se već nagoditi...
Za mnom cika... Za mnom potraga... A preda mnom put za Dovraga...
Bar da mi je fićok rakije... Tu bi moglo da se sakrije...
Pa kad svirci nagare... Zadnji groš ću propiti...
Ali ne dam magare... S belegom na levoj kopiti...
Kog sad ljubi, sanjiva... Kad se dan razdanjiva...
Kom sad zamke postavlja... Kog li noćas ostavlja?
Djordje Balasevic - God, God... (Английский перевод)
GOD, GOD, WHY ME, FROM ALL HAPPY GIPSIES
TO BE BORN EXACTLY WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP?
WITHOUT YOU BLESSING ME.. NEVER SAY A WORD TO ME..
WHILE FOR SOME.. IT DOESNT MATTER WHO.. YOU CLEAR AWAY THE FAIR
24 DINARS [MONEY] I OWE TO THE MILLER
TO THE BLACKSMITH I CANT EVEN COME BY
SHOPKEEPER IS AFTER ME... THE WHIP IS CRACKING AFTER ME
I BARELY HAVE TO PAY THE PLAYERS [MUSICIANS]
MAKING NOISE AFTER ME.. SEARCHING FOR ME.. AND IN FRONT OF ME THE ROAD TO HELL
IF I ONLY HAD A BRANDY GLASS.. YOU COULD HIDE IN THERE..
AND WHEN PLAYERS START TO PLAY.. I WILL GIVE EVERYTHING, I WILL DRINK EVERYTHING AWAY
I ONLY WONT GIVE MY LITTLE COLT.. WITH MARK ON HIS LEFT HOOF
NOBODY KNOW HOW TO LISTEN TO ME.. LIKE MY FAITHFUL FRIEND [usati means with ears lol.. so eary faithful friend ? ]
TO WALK AFTER ME AND TO DREAM.. WITHOUT SPOILING IT.. [the dream]
GOD, GOD, WHY ME OF ALL CAPABLE GIPSIES
TO BE LOST AGAINST STARS?
WHILE I WATERED HORSES, THE DEVIL COMBINED MY WAY
HE WANTED ME TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HER, WHITE GIRL
ONLY IF I KNOW ANYTHING, THEN I KNOW TO BE ALONE
I'M SAME AS MY UNCLE WHEN IT COMES TO THAT
PIPE AND CLOAK... RAZOR AND ROSARYDjordje Balasevic - Boze Boze - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/boze-boze-lyrics-english-translation.html
FRIENDS AS IN DOGS
MAKING NOISE AFTER ME.. SEARCHING FOR ME.. AND IN FRONT OF ME THE ROAD TO HELL
IF I ONLY HAD A BRANDY GLASS.. YOU COULD HIDE IN THERE..
AND WHEN MUSICIANS START TO PLAY..I WILL DRINK AWAY LAST PENNY
BUT I WONT GIVE MY COLT.. WITH MARK ON THE LEFT HOOF
WHEREVER SHE IS, LET HER BE.. ONLY THAT SHE IS FAR AWAY
IF IT LASTED LONGER IT WOULDNT BE GOOD
GOD GOD, WHY ME OF ALL SINNING GIPSIES
TO FALL FOR SMALL SINS?
YOU DONT LET ME SEE HER? EVEN THAT YOU DO GOOD
SHE MUST BE IN THE SKY WITHOUT DOING ANYTHING?
I WILL GO TOMORROW TIL THE DARK TO THE CLOUD IN THE NEIGHBOUHOOD
UNDER IT I WILL BE BORN AGAIN
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY ONE IN THE SKY.. THERE ARE GODS ALL AROUND
I WILL MAKE A DEAL WITH ONE EVENTUALLY
MAKING NOISE AFTER ME.. SEARCHING FOR ME.. AND IN FRONT OF ME THE ROAD TO HELL
IF I ONLY HAD A BRANDY GLASS.. YOU COULD HIDE IN THERE..
AND WHEN MUSICIANS START TO PLAY..I WILL DRINK AWAY LAST PENNY
BUT I WONT GIVE MY COLT.. WITH MARK ON THE LEFT HOOF
WHO SHE KISSES NOW, WHO SHE DREAMS... WHEN THE DAYS COMES
FOR WHO SHE SETS TRAPS NOW .. WHO SHE LEAVES TONIGHT?