Nošen dahom sna doleteo je crni golub na moj dlan.
Zašto, k’o da zna, al’ to sam jutro dočekao umoran.
K’o da sam i ja leteo s njim, krilima teškim, olovnim,
i video svet sakriven iza zlatnih oblaka.
Ako umrem mlad, posadi mi na grobu samo ruzmarin.
Ne dozvoli tad da naprave od toga tužni treći čin.
Nek’ mi ne drže govore, nek’ drugom pletu lovore,
ako umrem mlad, zaustavljen u koraku i snu.
O, zagrli me sad, jako, najbolje što znaš
i nemoj crnoj ptici da me daš.
O ne, ne brini, proći će za tren,
ja sam samo malo lud i zaljubljen.
U mojim venama davni sever samuje
i ja ponekad ne znam šta mu je,
Što luduje, od sreće tugu tka
moja prosta duša slovenska.
Uplaši me sjaj milion sveća kad se nebom popali.
Gde je tome kraj? Za kog su tako dubok zdenac kopali?
Zašto se sve to dešava, da l’ čovek išta rešava
il’ smo samo tu zbog ravnoteže meðu zvezdama?
O, zagrli me sad, jako, najbolje što znaš
i nemoj crnoj ptici da me daš.
O ne, ne brini, proći će za tren,
ja sam samo malo lud i zaljubljen.
U mojim venama davni sever samuje
i ja ponekad ne znam šta mu je,
Što luduje, od sreće tugu tka
moja prosta duša slovenska.
English Translation
Slavic
Carried by a breath of dream, a black pigeon landed on my palm.
Why, as if it knows, but I greeted that morning tired.
As if I had also flown with him, with heavy, lead wings
and saw the world hidden behind the golden clouds.
If I die young, plant only rosemary on my grave.
Don’t let them turn it into a sad third act.
Don’t let them give speeches, let them weave laurels for someone else,
if I die young, stopped in a pace and dream.
Oh, hold me now, tight, the best you can
and don’t let the black bird take me.
Oh no, don’t worry, it will be over in a minute,
I’m just a bit crazy and in love.
A far North leads a lonely life in my veins
and I sometimes don’t know what’s wrong with it
Why is it ranting, making sorrow out of happiness
my common Slavic soul.
I get scared when million candles light up the sky.
Where’s the end of it? For whom have they dug such a deep well?
Why does it all happen, does a man solve anything
or are we here just to balance the stars?
Oh, hold me now, tight, the best you can
and don’t let the black bird take me.
Oh no, don’t worry, it will be over in a minute,
I’m just a bit crazy and in love.
A far North leads a lonely life in my veins
and I sometimes don’t know what’s wrong with it
Why is it ranting, making sorrow out of happiness
my common Slavic soul.