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  1. mihic3 said:

    Default boža zvani pub

    Ovo je priča koju vrlo rado pričam,
    To je priča o Boži zvanom Pub.
    Jedni ga hvale, drugi žale,
    Treci kažu: 'E moj brale,
    taj je bio kvaran kao šupalj zub.'

    Odavde pa sve do Pešte
    I do Srema na jugu
    Još priča bajke o njemu
    Mutni kockarski krug,
    I kažu: 'Taj u životu
    nije igrao na dug.'

    I svi se slažu kako danas
    Nema takvih kao Boža Pub.

    Negde je imao imanje,
    To se znalo više manje,
    Mada o tom nije pričao ni za lek.
    Treb'o je biti veterinar,
    Al' je ter'o neki inat
    Pa je živeo od kocke ceo vek.

    O, taj je pratio karte
    K'o da vidi kroz njih,
    I uvek 'ladan ko špricer,
    Uvek opasno tih.
    I samo kad tera maler
    On bi rekao stih.

    I svi još pamte reči
    Kojim maler tera Boža zvani Pub:

    'Džaba vam novci, moji sinovci,
    Džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
    I pogledi čvrsti, lepljivi prsti,
    Ja ipak varam malo bolje.'
    E, pa da.
    A karta je kurva,
    Izvin'te me što psujem
    Jer ja samo pričam
    Onako kako čujem
    I ako su lagali mene
    I ja lažem vas.
    Tu priču zna svako
    Od vraga do popa
    Jer mnogi su mangupi
    Ostali tropa.
    Kockar se krije i čuči
    U svakom od nas
    I čeka pravi čas.

    Jednom se kart'o
    S nekim ruskim emigrantom,
    To je bio lihvar
    Bogat kao knez.

    Igrao je i upravnik pošte,
    Zvani Ljupče od Milošte
    I neki švercer
    Kog je jurio sav s'vez.

    U, to je partija bila,
    Još se priča o njoj,
    Kibiceri u transu,
    'ladan probio znoj.
    Na stolu kamara para,
    Da ne spominjem broj...

    I povuk'o je damu na osamnaest
    Mrtav 'ladan Boža Pub.

    Al' znate za ono
    Kad je sa izvesnim baronom
    Igr'o četiri dana,
    To je bio rat.
    Išle ga stalno karte jake
    Pa je odneo i fijaker,
    Crnog konja, tabakeru, štap i sat.
    Baron je pričao posle
    Da je špil bio star,
    Da je previše pio,
    Da ga poneo žar.
    Pa svi što gube se ljute,
    To je poznata stvar.

    I svako gubi bar po nekad,
    Ali nikad Boža zvani Pub.

    'Džaba vam novci, moji sinovci,
    Džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
    I pogledi čvrsti, lepljivi prsti,
    Ja ipak varam malo bolje.'
    E, pa da.
    A karta je kurva,
    Izvin'te me što psujem
    Jer ja samo pričam
    Onako kako čujem
    I ako su lagali mene
    I ja lažem vas.
    Tu priču zna svako
    Od vraga do popa
    Jer mnogi su mangupi
    Ostali tropa.
    Kockar se krije i čuči
    U svakom od nas
    I čeka pravi čas.

    Sa švalerske strane
    Nije spad'o u tarzane
    Al' daleko od tog da je bio zec.
    Imao je neke tu i tamo,
    Al' svi vrlo dobro znamo
    Da kod žena igra neki peti kec.
    Ljubav je igra u kojoj
    Često ne pali blef,
    Srce se otvara teže
    Nego najbolji sef.
    Im'o je on svoje dame,
    Karo, pik, herc i tref.

    I bio im je veran
    Sve do sudnjeg dana,
    Boža zvani Pub.

    Gospodo draga,
    On je nestao bez traga
    I to celoj priči daje čudan ton.
    Neki se džambasi kleli
    Da su kod Sombora sreli
    Jednog tipa što je bio isti on.
    Možda ga odvela karta
    Čak u Prag ili Beč,
    Već dugo niko o njemu
    Nije čuo ni reč.
    Da l' se još drži na svetu
    Il' je predao meč,

    Pa s anđelima na vrh neba
    igra raub, preferans i ajnc?

    'Džaba vam novci, moji sinovci,
    Džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
    I pogledi čvrsti, lepljivi prsti,
    Ja ipak varam malo bolje.'
    E, pa da.
    A karta je kurva,
    Izvin'te me što psujem
    Jer ja samo pričam
    Onako kako čujem
    I ako su lagali mene
    I ja lažem vas.
    Tu priču zna svako
    Od vraga do popa
    Jer mnogi su mangupi
    Ostali tropa.
    I kockar se krije i čuči
    U svakom od nas
     
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    milijana said:

    Wink Djordje Balasevic - Boza zvani Pub

    Boža called Spade

    Ovo je priča koju vrlo rado pričam,
    This is the story I tell very gladly
    To je priča o Boži zvanom Pub.
    It is the story about Boža called Spade.
    Jedni ga hvale, drugi žale,
    Some praise him, others pity him
    Treci kažu: 'E moj brale,
    The thirds say: 'Eh, my brother,
    taj je bio kvaran kao šupalj zub.'
    that guy was spoiled like a cavernous tooth.'

    Odavde pa sve do Pešte
    From here and all the way to the Pest (Budapest)
    I do Srema na jugu
    And to the Srem on the south
    Još priča bajke o njemu
    Fairy tales about him are still told
    Mutni kockarski krug,
    by fishy gambling circle,
    I kažu: 'Taj u životu
    And they say: 'That guy in his life
    nije igrao na dug.'
    has never played on debt.'

    I svi se slažu kako danas
    And everybody agree that today
    Nema takvih kao Boža Pub.
    doesn't exist anyone like Boža the Spade.

    Negde je imao imanje,
    He had a property somewhere

    To se znalo više manje,
    it was known more or less,
    Mada o tom nije pričao ni za lek.
    But he didn't talk about it not even for a cure. *meaning NEVER
    Treb'o je biti veterinar,
    He was supposed to be a veterinarian,
    Al' je ter'o neki inat
    But he was playing some despite
    Pa je živeo od kocke ceo vek.
    And lived from gambling his whole life.

    O, taj je pratio karte
    Oh, that guy followed cards
    K'o da vidi kroz njih,
    Like he sees trough them
    I uvek 'ladan ko špricer,
    And always cold as spritzer,
    Uvek opasno tih.
    Always dangerously quiet.
    I samo kad tera maler
    And only when he was chasing bad luck
    On bi rekao stih.
    He would say this verse.

    I svi još pamte reči
    And everyone still remember words
    Kojim maler tera Boža zvani Pub:
    That Boža called Spade used to chase away bad luck:

    'Džaba vam novci, moji sinovci,
    In vain is your money my nephews,
    Džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
    in vain is your good will.
    I pogledi čvrsti, lepljivi prsti,
    And steady glances, sticky fingers,
    Ja ipak varam malo bolje.'
    I still cheat a little better.'
    E, pa da.
    Eh, well yes.
    A karta je kurva,
    And card is a whor*,
    Izvin'te me što psujem
    Excuse me for scolding
    Jer ja samo pričam
    Because I only talk
    Onako kako čujem
    How I hear it
    I ako su lagali mene
    And if I was lied
    I ja lažem vas.
    I lie to you
    Tu priču zna svako
    Everyone knows that story
    Od vraga do popa
    From the devil to the priest
    Jer mnogi su mangupi
    Because many wastrels
    Ostali tropa.
    Were left broke.
    Kockar se krije i čuči
    A gambler hides and squats
    U svakom od nas
    In every one of us
    I čeka pravi čas.
    And waits for the right time.

    Jednom se kart'o
    Once he played cards
    S nekim ruskim emigrantom,
    With a Russian emigrant
    To je bio lihvar
    That was usurer
    Bogat kao knez.
    Rich like a duke.

    Igrao je i upravnik pošte,
    A manager of a post office also played
    Zvani Ljupče od Milošte
    he was called Ljupče as endearment
    I neki švercer
    And a smuggler
    Kog je jurio sav srez.
    who was chased by the whole county.


    U, to je partija bila,
    Uh, that was a game,
    Još se priča o njoj,
    that is still famous
    Kibiceri u transu,
    Beholders in trance
    'ladan probio znoj.
    cold sweat piercing
    Na stolu kamara para,
    Bunch of money on the table,
    Da ne spominjem broj...
    Not to mention the number...

    I povuk'o je damu na osamnaest
    and he pulled queen on eighteen
    Mrtav 'ladan Boža Pub.
    dead-cold Boža the Spade.

    Al' znate za ono
    But you know about that one
    Kad je sa izvesnim baronom
    When he played with certain baron
    Igr'o četiri dana,
    For four days
    To je bio rat.
    It was a war.
    Išle ga stalno karte jake
    He was only getting strong cards
    Pa je odneo i fijaker,
    So he took chariots
    Crnog konja, tabakeru, štap i sat.
    Black horse, cigarette case, rod and a watch.
    Baron je pričao posle
    After the baron was telling
    Da je špil bio star,
    That deck of cards was old,
    Da je previše pio,
    That he drank too much,
    Da ga poneo žar.
    That he was too much into it.
    Pa svi što gube se ljute,
    Well, everyone that lose are angry
    To je poznata stvar.
    That is a well known thing.

    I svako gubi bar po nekad,
    And everyone loses at least sometimes
    Ali nikad Boža zvani Pub.
    But never Boža called Spade.

    'Džaba vam novci, moji sinovci,
    In vain is your money my nephews,
    Džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
    in vain is your good will.
    I pogledi čvrsti, lepljivi prsti,
    And steady glances, sticky fingers,
    Ja ipak varam malo bolje.'
    I still cheat a little better.'
    E, pa da.
    Eh, well yes.
    A karta je kurva,
    And card is a whor*,
    Izvin'te me što psujem
    Excuse me for scolding
    Jer ja samo pričam
    Because I only talk
    Onako kako čujem
    How I hear it
    I ako su lagali mene
    And if I was lied
    I ja lažem vas.
    I lie to you
    Tu priču zna svako
    Everyone knows that story
    Od vraga do popa
    From the devil to the priest
    Jer mnogi su mangupi
    Because many wastrels
    Ostali tropa.
    Were left broke.
    Kockar se krije i čuči
    A gambler hides and squats
    U svakom od nas
    In every one of us
    I čeka pravi čas.
    And waits for the right time.

    Sa švalerske strane
    As for the love affairs
    Nije spad'o u Tarzane
    He was never a Tarzan
    Al' daleko od tog da je bio zec.
    But far from being a rabbit as well.
    Imao je neke tu i tamo,
    He had some women here and there,
    Al' svi vrlo dobro znamo
    But we all know very well
    Da kod žena igra neki peti kec.
    That when it comes to women - some fifth ace works.
    Ljubav je igra u kojoj
    Love is the game where
    Često ne pali blef,
    Bluff often doesn't work.
    Srce se otvara teže
    A heart opens harder
    Nego najbolji sef.
    Then the best safe.
    Im'o je on svoje dame,
    He had his ladies
    Karo, pik, herc i tref.
    Diamond, spade, hertz and clubs.

    I bio im je veran
    And he was faithful to them
    Sve do sudnjeg dana,
    Until his last day,
    Boža zvani Pub.
    Boža called the Spade.

    Gospodo draga,
    Dear gentlemen,
    On je nestao bez traga
    He is gone without the trace
    I to celoj priči daje čudan ton.
    And it gives a weird tone to this story.
    Neki se džambasi kleli
    Some horse dealers sweared
    Da su kod Sombora sreli
    They met around Sombor
    Jednog tipa što je bio isti on.
    A guy that was the same as him.
    Možda ga odvela karta
    Maybe cards took him
    Čak u Prag ili Beč,
    All the way to Prague or Vienna,
    Već dugo niko o njemu
    For a long time about him no one
    Nije čuo ni reč.
    Didn't hear a word.
    Da l' se još drži na svetu
    Is he still in this world (alive)
    Il' je predao meč,
    or he gave in the match,

    Pa s anđelima na vrh neba
    and with angels on the top of the sky
    igra raub, preferans i ajnc?
    plays Raub, preference and Blackjack?

    'Džaba vam novci, moji sinovci,
    In vain is your money my nephews,
    Džaba vam bilo dobre volje.
    in vain is your good will.
    I pogledi čvrsti, lepljivi prsti,
    And steady glances, sticky fingers,
    Ja ipak varam malo bolje.'
    I still cheat a little better.'
    E, pa da.
    Eh, well yes.
    A karta je kurva,
    And card is a whor*,
    Izvin'te me što psujem
    Excuse me for scolding
    Jer ja samo pričam
    Because I only talk
    Onako kako čujem
    How I hear it
    I ako su lagali mene
    And if I was lied
    I ja lažem vas.
    I lie to you
    Tu priču zna svako
    Everyone knows that story
    Od vraga do popa
    From the devil to the priest
    Jer mnogi su mangupi
    Because many wastrels
    Ostali tropa.
    Were left broke.
    Kockar se krije i čuči
    A gambler hides and squats
    U svakom od nas
    In every one of us
    I čeka pravi čas.
    And waits for the right time.

    Enjoy!!!