Priča o Vasi Ladačkom

Znate l' priču o Vasi Ladačkom? I ja sam je tek onomad čuo.
Do you know the story of Vasa Ladachki (it's a name). I heard it just a while ago
Jednom devet dana nije izlazio iz birtije, kažu da je bio čudna sorta...
Once he didn't come out of tavern for 9 days,he is said to be of a strange kind 
Otac mu je bio sitni paor, 'ranio je sedam gladnih usti'.
His father was "commoner", 'he fed 7 hungry mouths'.
Mati mu je bila plava, tiha, nežna, jektičava,
His mother was blond,quiet,gentle, febrile
umrla je s trideset i nešto...
She died in hers 30-es...

Imali su par jutara zemlje, malu kuću na kraju sokaka.
They had a couple of acres of land,little house at the end of alley
Na astalu navek hleba, taman tol'ko kol'ko treba,
On the table there's "always" bread,just as much as it was needed 
al' je Vasa hteo mnogo više...
But Vasa wanted much more...

Želeo je konje vrane, po livadi razigrane,
He wanted "good" horses on the field playfuled
sat sa zlatnim lancem i salaše...
he wanted a golden watch and granges...
Želeo je njive plodne, vinograde blagorodne,
he wanted productive fields,rich vineyards
u karuce pregnute čilase, ali nije mog'o da ih ima.
grey horse with gear, but he couldn't have them

Voleo je lepu al' sirotu, uz'o bi je, samo da je znao:
He loved a beautiful but poor lady,he would "take" her only if he had known:
voleš jednom u životu, sad bogatu il' sirotu,
youy love only once in your life,rich or poor one,
to ne bira pamet nego srce...
it doesn't choose your mind,it does you heart...

Sve se nad'o da će ljubav proći. Zanavek je otiš'o iz sela.
He hoped love will fade.He went from that town forever
Nikad nije pis'o nikom, venč'o se sa miraždžikom,
He didn't ever write to anybody,he got married with the "rich girl"
jedinicom ćerkom nekog gazde...
the only daughter of some "boss"...

Dobio je konje vrane, po livadi razigrane,
He got "good" horses on the field playfuled
sat sa zlatnim lancem i salaše...
golden watch and granges
Dobio je njive plodne, vinograde blagorodne,
he got productive fields,rich vineyards
u karuce pregnute čilase, sve je im'o ništa im'o nije.
???????????????????????.ha had it all,but he had nothing

Propio se, nije proslo mnogo, dušu svoju Đavolu je prod'o
He got drunk,it didn't pass much time,he sold his soul to the devil
Znali su ga svi birtaši, tražio je spas u čaši,
he is known to all drunkers,he searched the salvation in the glas
ali nije mog'o da ga nađe...
but he couldn't find it...

Mlad je, kažu, bio i kad je umro, sred birtije, od srčane kapi.
He was young,they say,when he died,at the centerof tavern,of a heart attack
Klonula mu samo glava, k'o da drema, k'o da spava
his head fainted,like he's nappying,like he's sleeping
i još pamte šta je zadnje rek'o...
and they still remember his last words...

Džaba bilo konja vranih, po livadi razigranih,
It's not worth of "good" horses on the field playfuled,
džaba bilo sata i salaša...
it's not worth of golden watch and granges...
Džaba bilo njiva plodnih, vinograda blagorodnih,
it's not worth of productive fields,rich vineyards
džaba bilo karuca, čilaša...
it's not worth of ????????????....

Kada nisam s onom koju volem,
When I'm not with one that I love,
kada nisam s onom koju volem.
when I'm not with one that I love

Kad ja nisam s onom koju volem,
when I'm not with one that I love
E, kad nisam s onom koju volem.
Oh,when I'm not with one that I lov