Već odavno spremam svog konja
Da prođem kasom od miline
Da obiđem staze, staze svog detinjstva
Za salašom želja da me mine
Da obiđem staze, staze svog detinjstva
Za salašom želja da me mine
I have been preparing my horse for a long time
To pass with a trot of grace
To visit the paths, the paths of my childhood
Behind the farm, the desire to pass me by
To visit the paths, the paths of my childhood
Behind the farm, the desire to pass me by
Ali rekoše mi pre nekoliko dana
Da je srušen onaj salaš mali
Nema više starog čardaka, ni đerma
Ni debelog hlada od bagrema
Nema više starog čardaka, ni đerma
Ni debelog hlada od bagrema
But they told me a few days ago
That the small farm was demolished
There is no more old porch, no more
Not even a thick shade of acacia
There is no more old porch, no more
Not even a thick shade of acacia
Neću više ići na tu stranu
Jer ne mogu suze u oku skriti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
Il' plakati ili se napiti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
Il' plakati ili se napiti
I won't go that way again
Because I can't hide the tears in my eyes
Or I must turn my head with sadness
Either cry or get drunk
Or I must turn my head with sadness
Either cry or get drunk
Sve je manje dobrih tamburaša
Fijakera, snaša i salaša
Sve je manje konja, konja koji jure
A u stvari nikuda ne žure
Sve je manje konja, konja koji jure
A u stvari nikuda ne žure
There are fewer and fewer good tambourine players
Fiakera, daughter-in-law and farmer
There are fewer and fewer horses, horses that run
And in fact, they are not in a hurry
There are fewer and fewer horses, horses that run
And in fact, they are not in a hurry
Nek vrag nosi moje snove puste
Devojačke duge kose guste
Nek vrag nosi tugom dobre tamburaše
Fijakere, pesme i salaše
Nek vrag nosi tugom dobre tamburaše
Fijakere, pesme i salaše. . .
May the devil take my dreams away
Girls' long thick hair
May the devil bring sorrow to the good tambourines
Fiakere, songs and farms
May the devil bring sorrow to the good tambourines
Fiakere, songs and farms. .
Neću više ići na tu stranu
Jer ne mogu suze u oku skriti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
Il' plakati ili se napiti
Ili moram s tugom okrenuti glavu
Il' plakati ili se napiti. . .
I won't go that way again
Because I can't hide the tears in my eyes
Or I must turn my head with sadness
Either cry or get drunk
Or I must turn my head with sadness
Either cry or get drunk. . .
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Već odavno spremam svog mrkova
( I have been preparing my horse for a long time )
Song by Zvonko Bogdan
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