Djordje Balasevic - Ringišpil
"Ringipil
Curi od jutros od èetiri-pet,
reilo nebo da potopi svet.
Nad gradom danima vise iste kulise.
Poliva kia al' to joj je zanat,
ma sve mi je ravno k'o severni Banat,
manje vie, i sa kiom i bez kie.
Vreme se vuèe k'o teretni voz,
gde li veèeras da pomolim nos?
Klasika: "Konobar, un cafe' macchiatto". Pa da.
Prolazi vreme, al' to mu je manir,
i sve je to plitko k'o plekani tanjir.
Ize sliku, nigde jedra na vidiku.
O, daj okreni taj ringipil u mojoj glavi.
To ne zna niko, samo ti.
Bez tebe drveni konjiæi tuno stoje.
Doði, iz plave boce se pojavi,
bar jednu elju ispuni
i dodaj svetu malo boje, èudo moje.
Veèe se klati k'o prezreli klip,Djordje Balasevic - Ringišpil - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/ringispil-lyrics-english-translation.html
teka vremena, a ja teak tip
- gravitacija zaèas uzima svoje.
Slab sam ja igraè za subotnje guve,
al' shvatam pomalo te pokretne spuve:
neko pijan lake ivot odrobija.
O, daj okreni taj ringipil u mojoj glavi.
To ne zna niko, samo ti.
Bez tebe drveni konjiæi tuno stoje.
Doði, iz plave boce se pojavi,
bar jednu elju ispuni
i dodaj svetu malo boje, o, èudo moje.
Sustajem, odustajem, pritiska me kao pegla.
Javi se, pojavi se, dodaj svetu malo legla.
Nekad si me èudila, o, danas bi mi tako legla.
Dodaj malo ludila, dodaj svetu malo vergla.
O, daj okreni...
sustajem, odustajem...
taj ringipil u mojoj glavi...
"
Djordje Balasevic - Merry-go-round (Английский перевод)
It has been pouring since 4-5 this morning,
As the heaven has decided to flood the world
The same coulisses above the city for days
The rain is pouring, but that's what it does
Yet, for me everything is flat just like northern Banat,
More or less, with or without the rain
The time drags on like a cargo train,
Where should I go tonight?
Like always: "Waiter, un cafe' macchiatto". Of course...
The time goes by, but that's in its manner
And all of it is as shallow as a plate
Damn picture, no sail on horizon.
Oh come on, turn that Merry-go-round in my head
No one can do it, just you.Djordje Balasevic - Ringišpil - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/ringispil-lyrics-english-translation.html
Without you, the wooden horses sadly stand in place.
Come, appear from the blue bottle
Grant me at least one wish
And add some color to the world, my little miracle.
The night swings like an over-ripe kernel
Hard times, but I am even a harder man
Gravitation takes its toll in no time.
I am a poor player for the Saturday crowd
But I can a bit understand those mobile sponges
For those drunk it is easier to serve the sentence called "life".
I'm getting tired, I'm giving up, it presses me like a flat-iron
Call me, show up, add a bit of coveys to the world.
You used to surprise me, but today, oh, you would fit so good
Add a little madness, add some music-box to the world.