Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Čivutski Vrt, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Rani mraz, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Bosnian
Čivutski Vrt(original) |
| Ako kročiš u čivutski vrt |
| Na sedmo koleno čini će pasti |
| I, ko da nema drugih bašti |
| Di sve pupi i sve šljašti |
| Di na miru možeš šeboj i božure krasti |
| Moja nesretna mati |
| Htela me spasti, savetom finim |
| Al' morala je dotad znati |
| Da ne sme kasti, šta da ne činim |
| Šta je bedem neg široki zid? |
| Lako se zajaši, ko stari čilaš |
| Mahovina ko astragan |
| Da bez glasa šmugne dragan |
| Ukraj neba se lepeza |
| Mlad šaran porcijaš |
| Ruka zavesu miče |
| Trepte u tmini, biserni zdenci |
| Zbog nečeg đurđic uvek niče |
| Baš u tišini i baš u senci |
| Neću skoro onim šorom |
| Ne znam posle put odande |
| Me sem čoro, moja lolo |
| Čhu ćo šoro paša mande |
| Vetar cvili i leleče |
| Skini suknju i jeleče |
| Nit' ko mari, nit' ko zna |
| Na ćer mande čingara |
| Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt |
| Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić |
| Bićeš žedan kraj bunara |
| I siromah s' puno para |
| Sve ćeš dijamante dati |
| Za smešni cirkončić |
| Ko u tuđi vrt uđe |
| Crn lebac mesi, u crnom plehu |
| Eh, «Ne poželi ništa tuđe…» |
| Svi smrtni gresi, u tom su grehu |
| Kao mrva iz džepa |
| Truni se lako, život protekli |
| Da, rekli su mi da je lepa |
| Ali baš tako? |
| To nisu rekli |
| (translation) |
| If you step into the Chivuta garden |
| He will fall on the seventh knee |
| And, as if there were no other gardens |
| Di everything buds and everything shines |
| You can steal shaboes and peonies in peace |
| My unhappy mother |
| She wanted to save me, with fine advice |
| But she had to know by then |
| If we are not castes, what should I not do |
| What is a rampart or a wide wall? |
| It's easy to ride when you're old |
| Moss like astrakhan |
| To sneak away, darling, darling |
| There is a fan across the sky |
| Young carp porter |
| The hand moves the curtain |
| Flashing in the darkness, pearly wells |
| For some reason, the lily of the valley always sprouts |
| Just in silence and in the shadows |
| I won't go to that shore |
| I don't know after the trip from there |
| Me choro, my lolo |
| Chu will shoro pasha mande |
| The wind howls and howls |
| Take off your skirt and vest |
| Nobody cares, nobody knows |
| To the daughter of a chingar |
| If you touch the Chivut garden |
| You will carry the curse like a silver bell |
| You will be thirsty by the well |
| And the poor man with a lot of money |
| You will give all the diamonds |
| For a funny zircon |
| Who enters someone else's garden |
| Black loaf of meat, in a black tin |
| Eh, "Don't want anything else…" |
| All mortal sins are in that sin |
| Like a crumb from a pocket |
| It rots easily, life has passed |
| Yes, they told me she was beautiful |
| But just like that? |
| They didn't say that |