Translation of the song lyrics Kora Potočnik - Arsen Dedic

Kora Potočnik (original)

Zbog koje sam produžavao mladost
I volio na zaboravljen način
Za početak:
Širi se crnilo
Između bijelih stupova Tivolija
U ovom času ne mogu sastaviti njeno lice
Koja je topla kugla
Naslonjena na moju dušu
Koja je pokret noćnog mora —
Potocnik Kora
Zbog koje sam vozio danima
I uvjeravao se da mi je svijet suvišan
Tajanstvo Slovenije
Vlaga se skuplja u njenoj koži
A usta su joj smrvljena voćka
Nejasan put na zvuk «roga»
Do njene šume, do njenog mora —
Potočnik Kora
Koja nije ona prava
Drukčije to želim reći;
Dobrostojeća je moja mora
Čiji telefon godinama šuti
I ponižava moje stare ljubavi
Odane drugom vremenu
Koja je pismo bez odgovora —
Potočnik Kora
Koja se jednom dala, tek tako
Da bi bila još dalja
Kao medalja na mrtvom tijelu
I pobjegla u nečijim kolima
Ali u jezero iza jutarnjih gora —
Potočnik Kora
Koja je preslišala moju mladost
Prelistala moje albume
Koja nas proziva
Prema čijem su smijehu
Moje iskustvo, Azija, ironija i diploma
Neusporedive noći — ništa
Zbog koje se drukčije pije i hoda
Jedina zemlja, jedini stanovnik —
Kora Potočnik
Generacija o kojoj razgovaram
Što hoće od mene?
O, tako jednostavno padaju geografija i literatura!
Ona ne voli, ili voli — ne voli
Bez milosti je, bez uvjerenja
Duša bez tajne i izvora —
Potočnik Kora
Koja mi je tako malo vremena ostavila
Koja se smije dok čita svoju pjesmu
Zbog nje su moje ljubavi stvari
A ona je opet ideja
Koja je uzela više no što je smjela
Igrala se, ništa nije htjela
Koja se ljubila kao da mora —
Potočnik Kora
Pa da se oprostim od one
Kojoj treba manje ljubavi
No što joj se daje
Koju je moje srce samo kratko nerviralo;
Križaljka za koju joj nedostaju
Još dva — tri slova
Koja je sve tajne mog života
Kao čarobnjak u noćnom lokalu
Sabrala u jednu pticu
I pustila je da odluta
Ja nešto drugo branim
I sve ovo stvarno ne bih smio
Pa ipak «na vašu službu» bjegunac-vojnik —
Kora Potočnik

Kora Potočnik (translation)

Because of which I prolonged my youth
And loved in a forgotten way
Firstly:
The blackness was spreading
Between the white columns of Tivoli
I can't make out her face at this hour
Which is a warm ball
Leaning on my soul
What's the nightmare move—
Kora stream
Which made me drive for days
And he convinced himself that the world was too much for me
Secret of Slovenia
Moisture collects in her skin
And her mouth is a crushed fruit
Vague path to horn sound
To her forest, to her sea—
Kora stream
Which is not the right one
I want to say it differently;
Prosperous is my sea
Whose phone has been silent for years
And he humiliates my old loves
Loyal to another time
What is the unanswered letter—
Kora stream
Which was given once, just like that
To be even further
Like a medal on a dead body
And ran away in someone's car
But into the lake beyond the morning mountains—
Kora stream
Which overheard my youth
Flipped through my albums
Which calls us names
According to whose laughter they are
My experience, Asia, irony and degree
Incomparable nights — nothing
Because of which he drinks and walks differently
One country, one inhabitant—
Kora Potočnik
The generation I'm talking about
What does he want from me?
Oh, that's how easy geography and literature fall!
She does not love, or she loves — she does not love
It is without grace, without conviction
A soul without secret or source—
Kora stream
Which left me so little time
Who laughs as she reads her poem
Because of her, my loves are things
And it is an idea again
Who took more than she should have
She was playing, she didn't want anything
Who kissed like she had to—
Kora stream
So let's say goodbye to her
Who needs less love
But what is she doing?
Whom my heart only vexed briefly;
A crossword for she misses them
Two more — three letters
What are all the secrets of my life
Like a wizard in a nightclub
Collected in one bird
And she let it wander
I defend something else
And I really shouldn't do all this
And yet "at your service" fugitive-soldier—
Kora Potočnik