Suburban Girl
- Artist: Djordje Balasević
- Song: Provincijalka
- Translation: Serbian → English
- Submitted by
Mathea on Mon, 24/01/2011 - 10:22 - Translations: Russian
Provincijalka
Rekli su mi da je došla iz provincije,
strpavši u kofer snove i ambicije.
Drug je studirao sa njom,
pa smo se najzad sreli ona i ja.
Shvatih, Bože, ovo je sazvežđe za nju provincija.
Srce stade kao dete da se otima,
tražili smo se po prethodnim životima.
Ostavih iza sebe sve,
zablude, promašaje koji tište,
prosto, lako, k'o neko beznačajno pristanište.
O, da mi je da se još samo jednom zaljubim,
opet bih uzeo kostim večnog dečaka.
I opet bih smislio kako da prodangubim
dok ona ne sleti niz hodnik studenjaka.
Gorda naspram podsmeha i spletki poslednjih.
Usamljeni galeb iznad mora osrednjih.
Reči bi sve pokvarile,
samo se ćutke pokraj mene stisla.
Sami, svoji, izbeglice iz besmisla.
O, da mi je da se još samo jednom zaljubim.
Opet bih gledao niz kej kao niz prugu.
I opet bih znao da se u oblak zadubim
i čekao bih samo nju, nijednu drugu.
Napiši mi pesmu, mazila se. Nisam znao da li ću umeti.
Reči jesu moje igračke, cakle mi se u glavi kao oni šareni
staklići kaleidoskopa i svaki put mi je druga slika u očima kad
zazmurim.
Ali, postoje u nama neke neprevodive dubine,
postoje u nama neke stvari neprevodive u reči, ne znam...
Napiši mi pesmu, molila je, i nisam znao da li ću umeti.
Voleo sam je tako lako, i tako sam teško to znao da pokažem.
I onda, odjednom, na rasporedu mladeža na njenim leđima,
kao tajnu mapu,
pokazala mi je u koje zvezde treba da se zagledam...
I tako, eto ti pesma, ludo jedna...
Suburban Girl
they told me she came from suburbia
bringing dreams and ambitions in a suitcase
my friend studied with her
and we finally met
i realized,my God,this constellation is a suburbia for her
my heart went joyful like a child
we searched for each other in past lifes
i left all
delusions,mistakes that hurt
very easy,like it was some worthless seaport
oh,if i could fall in love just one more time
again,i would take the eternal-boy-suit
and again i would think the way how to kill some time
until she ran down the dormitory's hall
standing still upon grims and schemes
my lonely seagull above average seas
word would ruin it all
she just sat quietly next to me
all alone,belonging to each other,rebels without a cause
oh,if i coul fall in love just one more time
again,i would stare down the quai,like it was a railway
and again,i would know how to find a cloud to wander with
and i would wait for her,no one else.
write me a song,she cuddled.I didn't know if i could.
words are my toys,they twinkle in my head like those colorful
glass peaces of kaleidoscope and every time there's a new image in my eyes
when i close them.
but,there are some uncrossable depths
there are some things inside us,that can not be converted into words,i dont know....
write me a song,she asked,and i didn't know if i could
i loved her so easy,but never showed it in the same manner
and then,suddenly,birthmarks on her back
like a secret map
showed me the stars in which i should look...
and just like that,a song you asked for,you crazy thing....
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