Translation of the song lyrics Čivutski Vrt - Đorđe Balašević

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

Čivutski Vrt (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