Translation of the song lyrics Nevernik - Đorđe Balašević

Nevernik (original)

K`o uklet jedrenjak
U gusti modri mrak
Uranja kolodvor
O, dobra noć Banja Luko!
Ne, ne dolazim
Samo prolazim
Nismo se videli dugo
Da l' to beše čast
Šinjel maslinast?
Znam, ona spava sad
I možda ponekad
Predgrađem njenog sna
Prošeta ludi desetar
Da l' ikad pomisli
Uz prozor pokisli?
Il' je sve pomeo vetar?
Hej, oči čarne, ispred kasarne
Njenima nisam bio po volji
Važno im bilo odakle su moji
Zašto to smeta?
Sa ovog su sveta, hlebotvorci
Čestit soj
Njen me je baba uz`o na nišan
Da l' sam od njinih il' baš i nisam?
Sloven sam, belac, slobodni strelac
Mani se, čiča, ja sam svoj!
Od Stare Kanjiže
Pa malko naniže
Gde Tisa uspori
Dići ću salaš na bregu
Možda im pobegne
Kad` žito polegne
Kad` se jarebice legu
Možda kad` sneva
Meni dospeva
Otpravnik klima crvenom kapom
Vreme je bilo, `ajmo polako
Prosipa vetar behara pehar
Spavaj mala, mašala
Ne volim kad me uzmu na nišan
Da l' sam od njinih il` baš i nisam?
Sloven sam, belac, slobodni strelac
Za svaki slučaj, još uvek samo svoj

Nevernik (translation)

Like a haunted sailing ship
In the thick blue darkness
Uranja Station
Oh, good night Banja Luka!
No, I'm not coming
I'm just passing through
We haven't seen each other in a long time
Was that a part?
An olive overcoat?
I know, she's sleeping now
And maybe sometimes
The suburbs of her dream
Walk the mad corporal
Do you ever think?
Wet by the window?
Or did the wind sweep everything away?
Hey, black eyes, in front of the barracks
I didn't like her
It was important to them where they came from
Why does it matter?
They are from this world, bread makers
Congratulations strain
Her grandmother took aim at me
Am I one of them or not?
I am a Slav, a white man, a free shooter
Mani se, uncle, I am my own!
From Stara Kanjiža
Well a little down
Where Tisa slowed down
I'll build a farm on the hill
Maybe he'll run away from them
When the grain settles
When partridges lie down
Maybe when he dreams
It's coming to me
The dispatcher nods in a red cap
It was time, let's go slowly
The wind blows the cup
Sleep, baby
I don't like it when they take me at gunpoint
Am I one of them or am I not?
I am a Slav, a white man, a free shooter
Just in case, still just my own