Текст песни Djordje Balasevic - Prica O Vasi Ladackom
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История Васи Ладачкого
Знаете ли историю Васи Ладачкого? Я и сам её только
что услышал. Однажды он 9 дней не вылезал из
кабака, говорят, что был он очень странным типом
Его отец был бедный крестьянин, кормивший 7
голодных ртов. Его мать была тихая русая нежная
чахоточная женщина, умершая в тридцать с небольшим.
Был у них клочок земли, домик в конце улицы.
На столе всегда у них хлеба в обрез,
а Вася хотел от жизни много больше.
Хотел он вороных коней, играющих на лугу,
часы с золотой цепочкой и хутор.
Хотел он плодородные нивы и виноградники,
и карету с упряжкой, но не мог он этим владеть.
Любил он красивую но бедную, и женился бы на ней,
если б только знал: любишь лишь раз в жизни; бедную
или богатую, это выбор сердца, а не разума...
Он надеялся, что любовь пройдёт. Навсегда покинул
село. Никогда никому писем не писал, обвенчался
с богачкой, единственной дочкой одного барина...
И получил он коней вороных, играющих на лугу,
часы с золотой цепочкой и хутора...
Получил плодородные нивы и виноградники,
и карету с упряжкой, у него было всё и ничего.
Пропил он всё быстро, душу свою продал дьяволу.
Знали все кабатчики, что искал он спасение в вине,
но не смог его найти...
Говорят, он умер молодым в кабаке от сердечного удара
Склонилась его голова, словно он задремал иль спал
и ещё помнят люди его последние слова...
Без толку были кони вороные, игравшие на лугу,
бесполезны были часы и хутора...
Без толку были плодородные нивы и виноградники,
бесплезны были карета с упряжкой...
Если я лишен любимой,
если я лишён любимой.
Если я лишён любимой,
Эх, если я её лишён.
Знаете ли историю Васи Ладачкого? Я и сам её только
что услышал.
Даже и ему подобные, поразмыслив обо всём,
говорят, что он был странным типом...
The history of Vasya Ladachky
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself am her only
That I heard. Once he did not get out for 9 days
Tavern, they say that he was a very strange type
His father was a poor peasant who fed 7
Hungry mouths. His mother was a gentle, soft, gentle
Consumptive woman, died at thirty with a little.
They had a piece of land, a house at the end of the street.
On the table they always have bread to spare,
And Vasya wanted a lot more from life.
He wanted the black horses playing in the meadow,
A clock with a gold chain and a farm.
He wanted fertile fields and vineyards,
And the coach with the harness, but he could not have it.
He loved the beautiful but poor, and would marry her,
If only I knew: you love only once in your life; Poor
Or rich, it is the choice of the heart, not the mind ...
He hoped that love will pass. Forever left
village. I never wrote letters to anyone, I was married
With the rich woman, the only daughter of one master ...
And he received the horses of the black, playing in the meadow,
Watches with a gold chain and farm ...
He obtained fertile fields and vineyards,
And the carriage with the team, he had everything and nothing.
He drank all fast, sold his soul to the devil.
All the chamberlains knew that he was looking for salvation in wine,
But could not find it ...
They say he died young in a tavern from a heart attack
His head bowed, as if he had dozed off or slept
And people still remember his last words ...
To no avail were the black horses who played in the meadow,
Hours and hamlets were useless ...
To no avail were fertile fields and vineyards,
The coach with the harness was useless ...
If I am deprived of my beloved,
If I'm not loved.
If I'm not loved,
Eh, if I'm deprived of it.
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself am her only
That I heard.
Even to him like, having thought about everything,
They say that he was a strange type ...
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself am her only
That I heard. Once he did not get out for 9 days
Tavern, they say that he was a very strange type
His father was a poor peasant who fed 7
Hungry mouths. His mother was a gentle, soft, gentle
Consumptive woman, died at thirty with a little.
They had a piece of land, a house at the end of the street.
On the table they always have bread to spare,
And Vasya wanted a lot more from life.
He wanted the black horses playing in the meadow,
A clock with a gold chain and a farm.
He wanted fertile fields and vineyards,
And the coach with the harness, but he could not have it.
He loved the beautiful but poor, and would marry her,
If only I knew: you love only once in your life; Poor
Or rich, it is the choice of the heart, not the mind ...
He hoped that love will pass. Forever left
village. I never wrote letters to anyone, I was married
With the rich woman, the only daughter of one master ...
And he received the horses of the black, playing in the meadow,
Watches with a gold chain and farm ...
He obtained fertile fields and vineyards,
And the carriage with the team, he had everything and nothing.
He drank all fast, sold his soul to the devil.
All the chamberlains knew that he was looking for salvation in wine,
But could not find it ...
They say he died young in a tavern from a heart attack
His head bowed, as if he had dozed off or slept
And people still remember his last words ...
To no avail were the black horses who played in the meadow,
Hours and hamlets were useless ...
To no avail were fertile fields and vineyards,
The coach with the harness was useless ...
If I am deprived of my beloved,
If I'm not loved.
If I'm not loved,
Eh, if I'm deprived of it.
Do you know the story of Vasya Ladachky? I myself am her only
That I heard.
Even to him like, having thought about everything,
They say that he was a strange type ...