Djordje Balasevic - Prica O Vasi Ladackom
"Znate'l pricu o Vasi Ladackom?
I ja sam je tek onomad cuo
Jednom devet dana nije
Izlazio iz birtije
Kazu da je bio cudna sorta.
Otac mu je bio sitni paor.
Hranio je sedam gladnih usti
Mati mu je bila plava
Sitna, nezna, nepricava
Umrla je s trideset i nesto
Imali su par jutara zemlje,
Malu kucu na kraju sokaka,
Na astalu navek hleba
Taman tol'ko kol'ko treba
Al' je Vasa hteo mnogo vise
Zeleo je konje vrane
Po livadi razigrane
Sat sa zlatnim lancem i salase.
Zeleo je njive plodne
Vinograde blagorodne
U karuce pregnute cilase.
Ali nije mog'o da ih ima.
Voleo je lepu, al' sirotu.
Uz'o bi je samo da je znao
Voles jednom u zivotu
Sad bogatu il sirotu
To ne bira pamet nego srce.
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Zanavek je otis'o iz sela.
Nikad nije pis'o nikom
Venc'o se sa mirazdjikom
Jedinicom cerkom nekog gazde.
Dobio je konje vrane
Po livadi razigrane
Sat sa zlatnim lance i salase.
Dobio je njive plodne
Vinograde blagorodne
U karuce pregnute cilase.
Sve je im'o, nista im'o nije.
Propio se, nije proslo mnogo
Dusu svoju djavolu je prod'o
Znali su ga svi birtasi
Trazio je spas u casi
Ali nije mog'o da ga nadje.
Mlad je kazu bio i kad je umro.
Sred birtije od srcane kapi
Klonula mu samo glava
K'o da drema, k'o da spava
I jos pamte sta je zadnje rek'o.
Djaba bilo konja vranih
Po livadi razigranih
Djaba bilo karuca i salasa.
Djaba bilo njiva plodnih
Vinograda blagorodnih
U karuce pregnutih cilasa
Kad ja nisam s onom koju volem...."
Djordje Balasevic - Story about Vasa Ladacki (Английский перевод)
Do you know the story of Vasa Ladachki (it's a name). I heard it just a while ago
Once he didn't come out of tavern for 9 days,he is said to be of a strange kind
His father was "commoner", 'he fed 7 hungry mouths'.
His mother was blond,quiet,gentle,??????
She died in hers 30-es...
They had a couple of acres of land,little house at the end of alley
On the table there's "always" bread,just as much as it was needed
But Vasa wanted much more...
He wanted "good" horses on the field playfuled
he wanted a golden watch and granges...
he wanted productive fields,rich vineyards
???????????????????????, but he couldn't have them
He loved a beautiful but poor lady,he would "take" her only if he had known:
youy love only once in your life,rich or poor one,
it doesn't choose your mind,it does you heart...
He hoped love will fade.He went from that town forever
He didn't ever write to anybody,he got married with the "rich girl"
the only daughter of some "boss"...
He got "good" horses on the field playfuledDjordje Balasevic - Prica O Vasi Ladackom - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/prica-o-vasi-ladackom-lyrics-english-translation.html
golden watch and granges
he got productive fields,rich vineyards
???????????????????????.ha had it all,but he had nothing
He got drunk,it didn't pass much time,he sold his soul to the devil
he is known to all drunkers,he searched the salvation in the glas
but he couldn't find it...
He was young,they say,when he died,at the centerof tavern,of a heart attack
his head fainted,like he's nappying,like he's sleeping
and they still remember his last words...
It's not worth of "good" horses on the field playfuled,
it's not worth of golden watch and granges...
it's not worth of productive fields,rich vineyards
it's not worth of ????????????....
When I'm not with one that I love,
when I'm not with one that I love
when I'm not with one that I love
Oh,when I'm not with one that I love
Do you know the story about Vasa Ladachki? I heard it just a while ago.
even those similar to him,when they think about everything
they say he was of a strange kind