Translation of the song lyrics Kere Varošanke - Đorđe Balašević

Kere Varošanke (original)

(kako smo svirali bećarac kiš-birovu Žari Bobincu
Jerbo se on zdravo zamajava sas politikom
Pa sve cupka onim njegovim nogicama
I poručiva traminac «s' one strane brega»
Ko da je taj drukčiji?)
Imo bi' ja što god kasti
I akonto Ove Vlasti, ali neću
Đavo je tu da me tera
Ja sam tu da ne pretera, odoleću
Briga mene za «poštene» što zastrane
Za ministre, nadobudne i nastrane
Briga me za razne mustre
Notaroše, mlade žustre
Što zanoće ko «hetero», a osvanu na četvero
Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej
Čerez čega?
Vidi jarca!
Slaba vajda od bećarca!
Ja sam o’de zadnja šuša, nema mene ko da posluša
Imo bi' ja što god kasti
Ne mož' otog rep izrasti, al' izvin’te
Već sam bego preko bašte
Ajd' jedared i vi kašte, il' se skin’te
Marim ja za bezbožnike prve vrste
Što ćorišu levom dok se desnom krste
Baška što za nji' ne vredi nijedna od zapovedi
Donacije već otvore, rajske dveri za zlotvore
Imo bi ja što god kasti, ej…
A s' tim ću samo steći neke dušmane i jediveke
Beležnike što se mite, činovnike nezasite
Načelnike i finanse, okan’te se, nema šanse
Lajte kere varošanke
Kera sam i sam, odlično vas znam
Ne dam za vas žute banke
Lajte samo, znajte da vas ne slušam
Dok je meni moje ljubice
Moje bubice i golubice
Man’te me se, gracki kerovi
Baš i niste neki zverovi
Imo bi' ja što god kasti
Bilo bi tu da se masti, ali C!
Pre bi' ti ja reko štošta
Pa da ne znam kol’ko košta… Sada?
Duplo C!
C!
Ne pominjem Te što su nas obrukali
Iz mesta nas žandarima odrukali
Dele zemlju i drumove na zaove i kumove
Zakunu se pa odaju, prepakuju pa prodaju
Imo bi' ja što god kasti, ej
Nateraću na vrat bedu, 'oštaplere sve po redu:
Prefarbane stare kante, promašene muzikante
Razne vojne liferante i berzanske špekulante
Imo bi' ja što god kasti
Da se čovek zaprepasti, paz' da ne bi
Svi to vide, svima jasno
Samo ja da kažem glasno?
Dođ'te sebi
Što bi prič'o o dvoličnim barabama?
O njima će pisati po tarabama
Da su krali, nisko pali, tuđe snove prokartali
Sve spiskali, sve popasli i ispali nedorasli
Imo bi' ja što god kasti, ej
Pa da mene stigne kazna?
Da crvenim kad se sazna
Da su mi pajtaši stari ordinarni šibicari
Prevaranti zlatousti, lezilebi jedni pusti

Kere Varošanke (translation)

"How we played the Bečar kir-biro Žari Bobinac
Because he is fooling around with politics
Well, everything sticks to his legs
And let's order a traminer "on the other side of the hill"
Who is that different?)
I would have whatever I caste
And before this Authority, but I will not
The devil is here to make me
I'm here not to overdo it, I'll resist
I care about the "honest" who stray
For ministers, future and foreign
I care about various patterns
Notaries, young zhustre
What happens to "hetero", and dawns on four
I would have whatever caste, hey
Through what?
Look at the goat!
Weak use of becarac!
I'm the last one, there's no one to listen to me
I would have whatever I caste
You can't grow a tail, but I'm sorry
I'm already running across the garden
Come on in, take a look and enjoy yourself!
I care for the ungodly of the first kind
What they chant with their left hand while they baptize with their right hand
Of course, none of the commandments are valid for them
Donations have already opened, heavenly doors for evildoers
I would have whatever caste, hey…
And with that, I will only gain some enemies and elders
Notaries who are bribed, officials are insatiable
Chiefs and financiers, you know, there's no way
Lajte kere varoshanke
I'm Kera myself, I know you very well
I'm not giving you yellow banks
Just bark, know I'm not listening to you
While to me my darlings
My bugs and doves
Don't miss me, Greek dogs
You are not exactly some beast
I would have whatever I caste
It would be there to get fat, but C!
I'd rather tell you something
So I don't know how much it costs… Now?
Double C!
C!
I'm not mentioning that they humiliated us
We were beaten by gendarmes
They divide the land and roads into godparents and godparents
They swear and then give away, repack and then sell
There's anything I can do, hey
I will cause misery on my neck, 'staplers all in order:
Painted old bins, missed musicians
Various military suppliers and stock market speculators
I would have whatever I caste
If a person is astonished, be careful not to
Everyone saw it, everyone understood
Just to say it out loud?
Come to your senses
What would you say about hypocritical bastards?
He will write about them in the fields
That they stole, fell low, ruined other people's dreams
They wrote everything down, got everything wrong and turned out to be minors
There's anything I can do, hey
So that the punishment comes to me?
To blush when it is found out
That my cousins ​​are old ordinary matchmakers
Fraudsters are golden-mouthed, lazy ones