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Beautiful Priest's Daughter

Djordje Balasevic

Lepa protina kci

Jos sam bio sasvim mlad
neke barske ptice sam lovio tad,
kad je dosla da se kupa
lepa protina kci.

Nije znala gde sam ja
da je gledam krisom kroz trsku i sas.
Preko reke noc je pala
kao plast.

I mesec bdije nad vrbakom,
srebri nebom zvezda roj,
a kapi vode kao biseri
koji blistaju svud po njoj.

O srce ludo, ludi sni,
vec se moji drugovi momcili svi,
a ja sam hteo samo jednu
lepu protinu kci.

Cudnom pesmom, zvoni drum,
te su zime svatovi dosli po nju,
izdaleka, neki svet
za mene tudj.

I bas sam prosao sokakom,
padao je prvi sneg.
I jos ponekad zazvone praporci
sto me odnose ko zna gde.

Da se zenim imam kad,
ja sam eto, ostao momak do sad
i nikad vise nisam sreo
lepu protinu kci.

Jedan zivot miran, tih,
nekad bacim kartu il' napisem stih,
stvari teku
ja se drzim izvan njih.

I ljubim dobre, ljubim lake
neke prave, a neke ne,
i sve su vile, ma sve su kraljice,
i sve su nevazne naspram nje.

Beautiful Priest's Daughter

I was still quite young
I used to hunt some marsh birds back then,
when she came to swim
beautiful priest's daughter.

She didn't know where I was
watching her secretly through the reeds and grass.
Night fell over the river
like a veil.

And the moon watches over the willow,
silvering the sky with a swarm of stars,
and water drops like pearls
shining all around her.

Oh crazy heart, crazy dreams,
my friends were already getting engaged,
but I only wanted one
beautiful priest's daughter.

With a strange song, the road echoes,
that winter the wedding guests came for her,
from afar, a world
foreign to me.

And I was walking down the street,
the first snow was falling.
And sometimes the bells still ring
as they take me who knows where.

I have a chance to get married,
I have remained a bachelor until now,
and I have never again met
the beautiful priest's daughter.

A quiet, peaceful life,
sometimes I play a card or write a verse,
things flow
I keep myself apart from them.

I love the good, I love the easy ones,
some are real, some are not,
they are all fairies, they are all queens,
and they are all insignificant compared to her.

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