Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pred Zadnji Sneg, 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
Pred Zadnji Sneg(original) |
Kad zadnju brazdu zaorem |
Po tragu senke rodine |
Procvaće zimske ružice |
Po prvi put te godine |
Naić'e studen atarom |
Kao regiment oklopni |
I biću samo mirna vlat |
Kad okopni |
Ja nemam nigdi nikoga |
Al' moja priča, prosta je: |
Štogod ih manje zavoleš |
Menje ti njih nedostaje |
I nisam kadar švindlati |
Za sobom skele paliti |
Da silom steknem nekog |
Kom ću faliti |
Obećo sam da te neću pominjati |
Bogarati i sudbinu proklinjati |
U varoš se preseliti |
Orcati i veseliti |
Obećo sam srca teška |
Obećo sam… Al' jebešga |
Kad zadnji čokot zagrnem pod skute Svetog Damjana |
U bokal bistre plemenke zapašće trunka tamjana |
Strahovi mladi umiru, priču sam kraju priveo |
Još onda kada sam i njih nadživeo |
Obećo sam da ću makar za beštiju |
Da ću naći lepšu, bolju i veštiju |
Nemeškinju, gospodičnu, ni po čemu tebi sličnu |
I utom pašće i zadnji sneg, preko svih prvih snegova |
A perce anđela je teg spram svih zemaljskih tegova |
Spreman je onaj varati, olovni kantar skovati |
Al' danas više ne bih trebo psovati |
(translation) |
When I plow the last furrow |
Following in the footsteps of the shadow of the family |
Winter roses will bloom |
For the first time that year |
Naic'e studen atarom |
As an armored regiment |
And I'll just be calm |
When he digs |
I have no one anywhere |
But my story is simple: |
The less you like them |
You miss them less |
And I'm not able to whine |
Behind the scaffolding to burn |
To gain someone by force |
Who will I miss |
I promised not to mention you |
Rich and curse fate |
Move to town |
Orcati and rejoice |
I promised hard hearts |
I promised… Al 'fuck |
When I wrap the last vine under the lap of St. Damian |
A speck of incense will fall into the pitcher of the clear tribe |
Young people's fears are dying, I brought the story to an end |
Even when I outlived them |
I promised to at least beast |
That I will find more beautiful, better and more skillful |
A German woman, miss, nothing like you |
And then the last snow will fall, over all the first snows |
And the feather of an angel is a weight against all earthly weights |
He is ready to cheat, to forge lead scales |
But I shouldn't swear today |