burhan saban - kisna dova to english

Ja nisam plakao od svoje trin'este
pred jednom dzamijom sred skopske carsije
muskarci ne placu mati tad rekla je
muskarci nemaju sad pravo na suze

Boze sad molim te da nebo sive halje odjene
nad Saraj'vom neka poteku cesme nebeske
zelim da sakrijem svoju tugu i suze
neka me kise isprate od stanice do ponad carsije

Ref.
Hocu da moja tuga samo meni pripada
da skrijem suze od dosta i od dusmana
da mogu kazati da se na moje lice izlila
kisa sa kupola sivih sarajevskih dzamija

Boze daj da me pokriva nebeska zavjesa
da neko ne vidi kako mi tuga lice pohodi
a ja cu kazati da su slabe strehe i oluci
jer sam se skrivao u sarajevskoj mahali

Ref.

Na svoju tugu samo imam pravo ja
ona od tudjih nije veca ni slabija
muskarci ne placu, znam iz djetinjstva
za me je kisa milost Bozija
milost je danas kisa iznad Sarajeva

Pitam se zašto ovaj post nije u Croatian/Serbian/Bosnian – čak i kontekstualno, pjesma se veže za Sarajevo? No, dobro...prijevod je pomalo “grub”. Jako je teško ovako nešto prevesti. Nadam se da sam uspio. . .hm.

I have not cried, since I was thirteen
in front of one mosque in middle of Skoplje,
men do not cry, my mother said then,
right now, men do not have right on tears.

I now pray to You, God, for the sky to dress the gray garments,
I pray for fountains of heaven to start flowing above Sarajevo.
I would like to hide my sadness and tears
let the rain walk me form station to “old-city center”.

Ref.No.
I want my sadness to belong only to me
to hide my tears from those that mean no good to me and from my enemies,
so that I can tell that, my whole face was covered
with the rain from the domes of Sarajevo mosques.

Oh God, let me be covered by the heavenly curtain
so that no one can see the sorrow that my face has been covered with.
And I will tell others that the eaves and rabbets are too weak
because I have been hiding in old streets of Sarajevo.

Ref.No.
I want my sadness to belong only to me
to hide my tears from those that mean no good to me and from my enemies,
so that I can tell that, my whole face was covered
with the rain from the domes of Sarajevo mosques.

I am the only one that has right to this sadness of mine,
that is not greater than other, nor weaker
I know from childhood, that, men do not cry
the grace of God, that is what rain is to me
nowdays, the rain above Sarajevo means grace to me.

valjda je ovdje zato što on/a ne govori ni bosanski ni bugarski i nije znao/la na kojem jeziku pjevaju. sviđa mi se tvoj prijevod, veoma lijep.

Originally Posted by pthalo

valjda je ovdje zato što on/a ne govori ni bosanski ni bugarski i nije znao/la na kojem jeziku pjevaju. sviđa mi se tvoj prijevod, veoma lijep.

noo , znam ja bosanski , al aaaha progresno sam stavla pjesmu , eto :P ,

Originally Posted by GioRooso

Pitam se zašto ovaj post nije u Croatian/Serbian/Bosnian – čak i kontekstualno, pjesma se veže za Sarajevo? No, dobro...prijevod je pomalo “grub”. Jako je teško ovako nešto prevesti. Nadam se da sam uspio. . .hm.

I have not cried, since I was thirteen
in front of one mosque in middle of Skoplje,
men do not cry, my mother said then,
right now, men do not have right on tears.

I now pray to You, God, for the sky to dress the gray garments,
I pray for fountains of heaven to start flowing above Sarajevo.
I would like to hide my sadness and tears
let the rain walk me form station to “old-city center”.

Ref.No.
I want my sadness to belong only to me
to hide my tears from those that mean no good to me and from my enemies,
so that I can tell that, my whole face was covered
with the rain from the domes of Sarajevo mosques.

Oh God, let me be covered by the heavenly curtain
so that no one can see the sorrow that my face has been covered with.
And I will tell others that the eaves and rabbets are too weak
because I have been hiding in old streets of Sarajevo.

Ref.No.
I want my sadness to belong only to me
to hide my tears from those that mean no good to me and from my enemies,
so that I can tell that, my whole face was covered
with the rain from the domes of Sarajevo mosques.

I am the only one that has right to this sadness of mine,
that is not greater than other, nor weaker
I know from childhood, that, men do not cry
the grace of God, that is what rain is to me
nowdays, the rain above Sarajevo means grace to me.

znam, da nije bulgarian/macedonian , progresno sam je stavla , aaa hvaaaala za pjesmuu