Translation of the song lyrics Olelole - Đorđe Balašević

Olelole (original)

Olelole, pišem ti pesmu devet dana
Brusim filigranske detalje
Nižem, al' ništa od đerdana
Lepo neće dalje
Olelole, nameću neki ritam marša
Lude se klanjaju k`o đeram
Pevaju pesme s` puno falša
Ja po svome teram
Ole, valja mi tamburu spaliti
K`o one vikingške lađe
Pustiti rekom, pa žaliti
Nek` je đavo nađe
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem
Opet sam sanjao sušu
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je
Za moju Dušu
Lole
Lole, imaš li ikoga na svetu
Ili bi sa mnom na put mogla?
Hajde da menjamo planetu
Sutra dajem oglas
Olelole, pogledaj samo šta nam rade
Na karti Neba mi smo tačka
Stavi pred krevet barikade
I mirna Bačka!
Lole, taman se ludilo rasčisti
Taman smo nadomak smisla
Evo ih sledeći falšisti
Dok si rek’o piksla
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem
Opet sam sanjao sušu
Pa pusti ponovo Džipsije
Za moju Dušu
`Ajde!
Olelole, cakli se Mesec k`o medaljon
Al' nešto goropadno motri
Postrojen zvezdani bataljon
Fališ na toj smotri
Olelole, baš tebe briga, slušaš jastuk
Stiskaš tu svilu kao klešta
Misliš na neki bezobrazluk?!
O, Bože, baš koješta!
Ole, danas sam pun neke Španije
Triput sam živeo tamo
Sumnjaš u živote ranije?!
Ako, smej se samo!
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem
Opet sam sanjao sušu
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je
Za moju Dušu…
Olelole, valja mi tamburu spaliti
K`o one vikingške lađe
Pustiti rekom, pa žaliti
Nek` je đavo nađe
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem
Opet sam sanjao sušu
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je
Za moju Dušu, Lole moj
Ole, danas sam pun neke Španije
Triput sam živeo tamo
Sumnjaš u živote ranije?!
Ako, smej se samo!
Lole, daj mi da još jednu ispijem
Opet sam sanjao sušu
Pa pusti ponovo Gypsy-je
Za moju crnu Dušu…
Lole moj!

Olelole (translation)

Olelole, for nine long days I've forged your song
I hone its filigree with a goldsmith’s care
I string the beads, yet no bright necklace forms
Beauty will go no farther
Olelole, they press on us a marching beat
The madmen bow like well-sweeps in the wind
They bawl their songs, all warped with sour off-notes
I keep to my own furrow
Ole, I ought to burn my tambura
Like those old Viking ships on funeral tides
Set it adrift downstream, and then lament it
Let the devil come upon it
Lole, let me drain one brimming glass again
Again I dreamed of drought, that ashen land
So set the Gypsies playing once again
For my Soul
Lole
Lole, have you a soul alive on earth
Or could you take the road with me, my girl?
Come, let us trade this planet for another
Tomorrow I’ll place the notice
Olelole, only look what they are doing to us
On Heaven’s chart we are a pinprick point
Heap barricades before the bedstead’s gate
And Bačka will sleep easy!
Lole, just when the madness starts to clear
Just when we come within an inch of meaning
Here come the next false tuners, next sham notesmiths
Before you’ve said piksla
Lole, let me drain one brimming glass again
Again I dreamed of drought, that ashen land
So set the Gypsies playing once again
For my Soul
Come on!
Olelole, the Moon is gleaming like a medallion
Yet something fierce and shaggy keeps the watch
A starry battalion stands in rank and order
You are the one not at that muster
Olelole, you do not care at all, you heed your pillow
You grip that silk the way a vise grips steel
Are you devising some sweet impropriety?!
O God, what fancies crowd there!
Ole, today I am brimful of strange Spain
Three times I have already lived there through
You doubt the lives that glimmered on before us?!
Then laugh, if laugh you must!
Lole, let me drain one brimming glass again
Again I dreamed of drought, that ashen land
So set the Gypsies playing once again
For my Soul…
Olelole, I ought to burn my tambura
Like those old Viking ships on funeral tides
Set it adrift downstream, and then lament it
Let the devil come upon it
Lole, let me drain one brimming glass again
Again I dreamed of drought, that ashen land
So set the Gypsies playing once again
For my Soul, my Lole
Ole, today I am brimful of strange Spain
Three times I have already lived there through
You doubt the lives that glimmered on before us?!
Then laugh, if laugh you must!
Lole, let me drain one brimming glass again
Again I dreamed of drought, that ashen land
So set the Gypsies playing once again
For my black Soul…
My Lole!