Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Maliganska, artist - Đorđe Balašević. Album song Rani mraz, in the genre Иностранная авторская песня
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: Djordje Balasevic
Song language: Bosnian
Maliganska(original) |
Život baš i nije bog zna šta |
Al' za svaki slučaj uvek uzmem šta mi da: |
Frtalj leba, metar neba i pun šešir sna |
Al' Đavo gleda da i njemu bude fino |
Pa katkad sav taj džumbus umoči u vino |
Dajte mi vino, vino nek se toči |
Dok traju dani, a naročito noći |
Jer tu je tuga, ta moja verna druga |
A kad je tuga, onda treba da se cuga |
Dajte mi vino, ja nemam drugih želja |
Ni bližeg roda, ni boljih prijatelja |
Jer tu je tuga, ta moja crna kuga |
A kad je tuga, onda mora da se cuga |
Sreću sam ko rukav izvrto |
S' vrha brda svaka staza vodi nizbrdo |
Malo ko je, čedo moje, tome izvrdo |
Ali kad cugnem, ja lakše misli sredim |
Znam, tu sam di sam, al' bar se manje jedim |
S' jeseni, kad bagrem opadne |
Potera me maler, štagod počnem propadne |
Još mi se, u inat, ta što ne sme dopadne |
E, stara rana se vida starim lekom |
Dabome vinom, ta ne bi valjda mlekom? |
(translation) |
Life is not really God knows what |
But just in case, I always take what to give me: |
A loaf of bread, a meter of sky and a full hat of sleep |
But the Devil is looking to be nice to him too |
Well, sometimes you dip all that jumbo in wine |
Give me wine, let the wine be poured |
During the days, and especially the nights |
Because there is sorrow, my faithful friend |
And when there is sadness, then there should be booze |
Give me wine, I have no other wishes |
No closer relatives, no better friends |
Because there is sadness, that black plague of mine |
And when there is sadness, then there must be booze |
Luckily, I'm upside down |
From the top of the hill, each trail leads downhill |
Few, my child, are too good for that |
But when I drink, it's easier for me to sort out my thoughts |
I know, I'm where I am, but at least I eat less |
In the fall, when the acacia falls |
The painter chases me, whatever I start fails |
I still, in spite of myself, that we don't like it |
Well, the old wound was seen with the old medicine |
Of course with wine, wouldn't you like milk? |