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D - MOLL

Odlutas ponekad i sanjam sam;
priznajem ne ide, ali pokusavam
i uvek dodje, d-mol.

Spusti se k’o lopov po zicama,
ruke mi napuni tvojim sitnicama;
i tesko prodje, sve to.

Jedan d-mol me dobije,
kako odes ti - u sobi je;
glupi d-mol, uvek sazna kad je to.

Uhvati me cvrsto i ne popusta;
lud je za tisinom, to ne propusta.
Vodi me u svoj plavicasti dom.

Jedan d-mol, me razvali;
neki bi to prosto- tugom nazvali.
Nije to. Sta je tuga za d-mol?

Ponekad te nema i sasvim sam,
izmisljam nacin da malo smuvam dan;
ali je lukav d-mol!

Pusti da se svetla svud priguse;
saceka poslednje zvezde namiguse;
vuce mi rukav, idemo.

Plasi me on; gde si ti?
Hiljadu se stvari moglo desiti;
glupi d-mol, za kim tugujem svu noc.

Uzme me u svoju tamnu kociju,
nebo primi boju tvojih ociju;
znam taj put, to je precica za bol.

Jedan d-mol, me razvali;
neki bi to prosto tugom nazvali.
Nije to, sta je tuga za d-mol?

Ostala je knjiga sa par neprocitanih strana;
i neke stvarcice od Herendi porcelana;
i jedan pulover u kom si bila...

I ostala je ploca Best of Ry Cooder;
i fina mala plava kutijica za puder;
i ja sam te ostao zeljan, dok me bude,
moja mila…..

ENG ~ D-mol

You wander away sometimes and I dream alone
I admit it's not working, but I'm trying
and it always comes, d-mol

Gets down like a thief on wires,
fills my hands with your thingies
and hardly passes, all that.

A d-mol gets to me,
when you leave - he's in the room
stupid d-mol, always finds out when is that

It grabs me firmly and doesn't let go
he is crazy about silence, doesn't miss it
Takes me to its blueish home.

A d-mol, hits me
some would simply call it sorrow
That's not it. What is sorrow for d-mol?

Sometimes you're not around and all alone
I'm finding ways how to trick the day a bit
but d-mol is cunning

Lets all lights go dim
waits for the last jilt stars
pulls my sleeve, lets go.

He scares me; where are you?
thousands of things might have happened
stupid d-mol, who am I grieving for all night

Takes me into its dark carriage
the sky gets the color of your eyes
I know the road, it's a shortcut to pain

A d-mol, hits me
some would simply call it sorrow
That's not it. What is sorrow for d-mol?

There remained a book with couple unread pages
and some things made of Herendi porcelain
and one pullover that you wore...

And there remained a record Best of Ry Cooder;
and a fine small powder box
and I remained yearning for you, until I live,
my dear...

Lepa protina kći

Jos sam bio sasvim mlad
neke barske ptice sam lovio tad,
kad je dosla da se kupa
lepa protina kci.

Nije znala gde sam ja
da je gledam krisom kroz trsku i sas.
Preko reke noc je pala
kao plast.

I mesec bdije nad vrbakom,
srebri nebom zvezda roj,
a kapi vode kao biseri
koji blistaju svud po njoj.

O srce ludo, ludi sni,
vec se moji drugovi momcili svi,
a ja sam hteo samo jednu
lepu protinu kci.

Cudnom pesmom, zvoni drum,
te su zime svatovi dosli po nju,
izdaleka, neki svet
za mene tudj.

I bas sam prosao sokakom,
padao je prvi sneg.
I jos ponekad zazvone praporci
sto me odnose ko zna gde.

Da se zenim imam kad,
ja sam eto, ostao momak do sad
i nikad vise nisam sreo
lepu protinu kci.

Jedan zivot miran, tih,
nekad bacim kartu il' napisem stih,
stvari teku
ja se drzim izvan njih.

I ljubim dobre, ljubim lake
neke prave, a neke ne,
i sve su vile, ma sve su kraljice,
i sve su nevazne naspram nje.


ENG ~ The Beautiful Priest's Daughter

I was still very young
hunted some bog birds at the time,
when she came to bathe
the beautiful priest's daughter

She didn't know where I was
that I watched her stealthily through reed and sedge
Night fell over the river
like a cloak

And the moon watches over willow field
swarm of stars silvers in the sky
and water droplets like pearls
that shine all over her

Oh crazy heart, crazy dreams,
all my friends had already had girlfriends
but I wanted only one
the beatuful priest's daughter

Odd song rings on the road
that winder, wedding crowd came for her
from far away, some people
strange to me

And I just walked down the street,
the first snow was falling
And still sometimes bells jingle
that take me who knows where

To get married I have time
So I stayed bachelor till now
and I never saw again
the beautiful priest's daughter

One life peaceful, quiet
I sometimes throw cards or write a verse
life goes on
I stay out of it

And I kiss good ones, easy ones,
some right ones, some not
and they are all fairies, well they are all queens
and they are all irrelevant compared to her