Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gazela , by - Arsen Dedic. Release date: 31.12.1970
Song language: Croatian
Gazela(original) |
| Ovdje se radi o pravoj pravcatoj |
| Premda malo nejasnoj gazeli |
| Životinji iz mojih ljepših snova |
| Što mi priprostu dušu veseli |
| Tražeci u sebi više nego imam |
| U najtamnije zakutke duše sam virnuo |
| Sve sam u sebi već klasificirao |
| Ali gazelu nisam dodirnuo |
| Nestalna gazela što se prelijeva nestaje |
| U neke boje pustinjskoga pijeska |
| Pretvara pustare moje u vedra jezera |
| U kojima joj se ljupka slika ljeska |
| Katkad tek učtivo počiva u mojoj utrobi |
| Nedokučiva ko nerođeno dijete |
| Katkada tumara lelujava prikaza |
| Po tumorima moje mrzovolje i sjete |
| Kada se zateknem u umornoj stanci |
| Kad nigdje više ništa ne očekujem |
| Čujem blagi topot njenih krhkih nogu |
| Ko golem bubanj pod njima odjekujem |
| U vitkom galopu mi jezdi kroz dušu |
| I duša moja je ko opita |
| Ko iskrena bludnica duša mi se otvara |
| Dodiru tih gracioznih kopita |
| Odakle tako egzotično živinče |
| U mojoj pitomoj dušici |
| Ko da se kakva blistava princeza |
| Nastanila u potleušici |
| Može li njeno prisustvo pretvoriti |
| Ovo jadno tijelo u raskošnu palaču? |
| Ja živim u neprestanom strahu — |
| Njenu čistoću okaljat ću |
| I bojim se da neću shvatiti što znači |
| Njen ljupki zov u ovom strašnom vremenu |
| Da će mi pobjeći prije nego nađem |
| Alkemijski put k njenom otmjenom plemenu |
| Imam tu gazelu, ah, kakvu gazelu |
| Negdje u tijelu, u truloj ljusci |
| Ali preobrazbe alkemijske nema |
| I lik moj ostaje ljudski |
| (translation) |
| This is the real thing |
| Although a little vague gazelle |
| The animals of my better dreams |
| Which makes my simple soul happy |
| Seeking more in myself than I have |
| I peered into the darkest corners of my soul |
| I have already classified everything in myself |
| But I didn't touch the gazelle |
| The erratic gazelle that overflows disappears |
| In some colors of desert sand |
| It turns my wastelands into clear lakes |
| In which her lovely image is hazel |
| Sometimes it just politely rests in my gut |
| Incomprehensible as an unborn child |
| Sometimes wandering swings display |
| By the tumors of my grumpiness and sadness |
| When I find myself in a tired pause |
| When I don't expect anything anywhere else |
| I hear the gentle thud of her fragile legs |
| I echo like a huge drum under them |
| In a slender gallop it rides through my soul |
| And my soul is like a drunkard |
| Like a sincere prostitute, my soul opens |
| They touch those graceful hooves |
| Where did such an exotic animal come from |
| In my sweet darling |
| Like a dazzling princess |
| It settled in the subsoil |
| Can her presence transform |
| This poor body in a lavish palace? |
| I live in constant fear - |
| I will defile her purity |
| And I'm afraid I won't understand what it means |
| Her lovely call in this terrible time |
| That he would run away from me before I found him |
| An alchemical path to her noble tribe |
| I have that gazelle, ah, what a gazelle |
| Somewhere in the body, in a rotten shell |
| But there is no alchemical transformation |
| And my character remains human |