Čivutski Vrt - Đorđe Balašević

Ako kročiš u čivutski vrt

Na sedmo koleno čini će pasti

I, ko da nema drugih bašti

Di sve pupi i sve šljašti

Di na miru možeš šeboj i božure krasti

Moja nesretna mati

Htela me spasti, savetom finim

Al' morala je dotad znati

Da ne sme kasti, šta da ne činim

Šta je bedem neg široki zid?

Lako se zajaši, ko stari čilaš

Mahovina ko astragan

Da bez glasa šmugne dragan

Ukraj neba se lepeza

Mlad šaran porcijaš

Ruka zavesu miče

Trepte u tmini, biserni zdenci

Zbog nečeg đurđic uvek niče

Baš u tišini i baš u senci

Neću skoro onim šorom

Ne znam posle put odande

Me sem čoro, moja lolo

Čhu ćo šoro paša mande

Vetar cvili i leleče

Skini suknju i jeleče

Nit' ko mari, nit' ko zna

Na ćer mande čingara

Ako dirneš u čivutski vrt

Kletvu ćeš nositi ko srebrn zvončić

Bićeš žedan kraj bunara

I siromah s' puno para

Sve ćeš dijamante dati

Za smešni cirkončić

Ko u tuđi vrt uđe

Crn lebac mesi, u crnom plehu

Eh, «Ne poželi ništa tuđe…»

Svi smrtni gresi, u tom su grehu

Kao mrva iz džepa

Truni se lako, život protekli

Da, rekli su mi da je lepa

Ali baš tako?

To nisu rekli

If you step into the Chivuta garden

He will fall on the seventh knee

And, as if there were no other gardens

Di everything buds and everything shines

You can steal shaboes and peonies in peace

My unhappy mother

She wanted to save me, with fine advice

But she had to know by then

If we are not castes, what should I not do

What is a rampart or a wide wall?

It's easy to ride when you're old

Moss like astrakhan

To sneak away, darling, darling

There is a fan across the sky

Young carp porter

The hand moves the curtain

Flashing in the darkness, pearly wells

For some reason, the lily of the valley always sprouts

Just in silence and in the shadows

I won't go to that shore

I don't know after the trip from there

Me choro, my lolo

Chu will shoro pasha mande

The wind howls and howls

Take off your skirt and vest

Nobody cares, nobody knows

To the daughter of a chingar

If you touch the Chivut garden

You will carry the curse like a silver bell

You will be thirsty by the well

And the poor man with a lot of money

You will give all the diamonds

For a funny zircon

Who enters someone else's garden

Black loaf of meat, in a black tin

Eh, "Don't want anything else…"

All mortal sins are in that sin

Like a crumb from a pocket

It rots easily, life has passed

Yes, they told me she was beautiful

But just like that?

They didn't say that