Đorđe Balašević "Pesma o jednom petlu" lírica

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Im'o sam strašnog petla, bio je pravi đavo.
Na kiši i na vetru, uvek je stajao pravo.
Po selu perje leti, diže se strašna graja.
U našoj kući uvek bilo je dobrih jaja.

Im'o sam strašnog petla, bio je pravi ludak.
Koju taj koku kljucne, k'o da je tresnuo budak.
A koke, čudne ptice, uvek im srce puca,
za nekim grubijanom koji dobro kljuca.

Za njega nisu bile samo koke slatke.
Ne, taj je skak'o i na guske i na patke.

A tek na ćurke, čim je bilo neke šanse,
princip je isti, sve su ostalo nijanse.

Im'o sam strašnog petla, bio je malo čudan.
Po danu nešto dremljiv, al' noću uvek budan.
Curice iz mog sela čule su za tog dasu.
Zbog tog sam petla i ja bio na dobrom glasu.

Za njega nisu bile...

Im'o sam strašnog petla, bio je prvak sveta.
Danas su petli čudni, svaka im dlaka smeta.
Ja ne znam šta je razlog, danas su drugi dani,
uglavnom, spram mog petla, ovo su sve cverglani!

Meni je še'set peta, stiže jesen pozna.
Putuje moje društvo i ja čekam na red.

Ne bi mi ova starost bila tako grozna
da čujem petla, barem mesečno jedared.

Poslušaj zato savet što će ti čiča dati:
kad imaš mladog petla, ne daj mu da se pati.
Pusti ga neka leti, neka ga koke vide.
Posle će biti kasno, i petlu vreme ide.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a real devil
In the rain and the wind, he always stood straight
The feathers flew in village, terrible uproar hoisted
In our house, always, there was some good eggs.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a real lunatic
When he pecks a hen, like he pecked a branch
And hens, the silly birds, their heart always on fire
for some ruffian who pecks well.

For him, the hens weren't only the cute ones
No, that one jumped on gooses and on ducks.

Even on girls, wherever there was a chance
The principe is same. Everything else was nuance.

I've had a dreadful ****, he was kind of weird
At the day somehow sleepy, but at night always awake.
Little girls from my village heard for that boy
Cause of the **** even I had the reputation.

For him they weren't...

I've had a dreadful ****, he was a champion.
Cocks are weird today, every hair is buggering them
I wouldn't know the reason, today are the different days
Anyways, to the **** of mine, they are all fishes!

I'm 65, the fall is coming
My gang is traveling and I'm waiting on my turn.

These old days wouldn't be that bad
If I could hear a ****, at least once in a month.

Listen to an advice from the old man:
When you have young ****, do not let him suffer
Let him fly, let the hens see him.
Later it will be to late, and **** has it's own time.