Jung Seung Hwan - 이 바보야 (The Fool) (i baboya) Превод текста
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Kao da je svet stao na tren
kad sam slučajno naleteo na tebe na ulici.
Morao sam odmah da se sudržim
na tvoje povremene pozdrave.
Budalo jedna,
zbog tebe bolujem.
Zašto opet ideš u tankoj odeći
kad je ovako hladno?
Tvoje oči koje me izbegavaju
i tvoje mršavo lice,
zato što te mrzim takvu
opet noćima lutam pijan.
Gde sam to pogrešio?
Da sam te samo polako čekao
moja stvarnost bi bila skromnija,
a samo bi mi srce raslo.
Rekla si da ti je teško zbog mene
i kako želiš da budemo srećni.
Kako sam mogao da te pustim?
Budalo jedna,
zbog tebe bolujem.
Zašto opet ideš u tankoj odeći
kad je ovako hladno?
Oči koje su bile moje sve
i lice koje sam voleo,
i dalje mi je drago kad ih vidim,
pa suze krenu da teku.
Zato što sam bio mlad, zato što mi je bilo žao,
zato što si mi bila draga, zato što sam se plašio,
znam da sam sve upropastio.
Izvini za sve!
Budalo jedna!
Koliko sam te samo voleo.
Kako smo mogli da raskinemo tek tako?
Bolje da se ne srećemo opet,
a ti srećno živi, kako te ja ne bih opet prišio za sebe.
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But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
She took the sickle but forgot the grain, |
And that Polish girl was at home. | 2
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But she forgot to take the sickle. | 2
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And that Polish girl was at home.' | 2
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The Cossack rode off to war,
Said: 'Farewell, my dear girl.
Oh farewell, dark-browed maiden, |
I'm off to foreign lands. | 2
I'm off to foreign lands',
'Oh go, my sweet one, dark-browed one, |
And return to Ukraine'. | 2
'Give me, my dear, a kerchief,
Perhaps I'll perish in battle,
The dark night will cover my eyes, |
And I'll rest easier in the grave. | 2
I'll rest easier in the grave',
Oh on that grave a dark crow |
Sits sadly and caws. | 2
Sits sadly and caws,
Oh no one hears, oh no one sees, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
Where the Cossack's body lies,
Halya walks, the girl who cries every evening, |
Where the Cossack's body lies. | 2
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The cossack was coming from campaign
During frost and bad weather
Almost freezing to death - (2)
He walked into the pub.
He took off his uniform and the glasses,
Broke the uniform to shreds,
And he went to dance. | 2
After he danced and jumped enough
He said goodbye to a beatiful maiden,
He stepped out onto the porch,
Whistled into the ring –
A black horse comes running.
He mounts the horse,
But the horse gambols under him
By the green meadow,
By the green meadow!
Oh, across the meadow, meadow, meadow,
The girls sit all around.
He didn't find the girls,
So he went to the widow.
He kissed and caressed her,
Pulled her by the shoulders,
They shouted, 'Hurrah!' | 2
Oh hurrah, hurrah, hurrah!
A misfortune has occurred,
Not a big one,
But not a small one either.
That this Saturday
We finished all the work,
And rushed to the tavern. | 2
We drank tea, ate rolls,
Cheated the tavern keeper,
Smoked tobacco. | 2
After smoking tobacco,
We lay on our sides –
And that's the whole story,
It ended.
‒ Roll around!
22.11.2024
Someone loved me
Someone loved me
I remember it
Because my pale, gray lips
Were happy again
Flushed with blood
And with deep emotions
Too bold to share with friends
Someone loved me
And in my eyes
There was a bright light that
I have never found again
I remember it
That bright light that
I have never found again
Someone loved me
Something was reborn
And for a time
That was never written down
In any calendar
But it doesn't matter
Those were powerful days beyond
Anything I could imagine
I didn’t need a diary