ألبوم:
Haustor
كلمات أصلية
الكرواتية
الترجمة
الإنكليزية
Duhovi
Pošli smo na izlet skupa
U subotu i ja i Pišta
Srce nam od sreće lupa
Popili smo tri gemišta
Ostavili smo decu, žene
Sobom 'zeli luk i jeger
Demižonke opletene
Sakrili u gepek treger
"Divan dan", zadere se Pišta
I pohotno stisne volan
Otvaram vrata od dvorišta
Na radiju zeleni maligan
Meknite se sa gorje
Da se bu videlo Zagorje
Meknite se sa gorje
Idemo vu Zagorje
Vu Zagorje
Crvena Škoda po bregima juri
Zavoji 'ko valcer bečki
Vino nam niz gubec curi
Pišta i ja smo opet dečki
Celi dan smo popivali
Vesele popevke stare
A navečer parkirali
Pri krčmi kod tužne Bare
Vani pala vlažna kmica
Nigdje blizu nema hiže
Birtija kô žeravica
Sad nas vleče k sebi bliže
E, Pišta
E, Pišta
E
Pišta
E, he, hej
Pišta
Pišta
Pišta
Eno, birtija
Pišta me hudo pogleda
I njemu nekaj prejti neda
I njega nekaj sebi vleče
Nekaj od birtije veće
Nekaj od pijače jače
Stanica s pogledom na kukuruz
Bicikl naslonjen na nabijeljenu topolu
U nekoj kancelariji zvoni telefon
Dijete bi napisalo, dijete bi napisalo
"Nebo je nježno plavo
Po njemu lete oblaci i ptice
Lišće mi se igra oko nogu
Dolazi jesen"
Ghosts
We went on a trip together
In Sunday; me and Pišta
Our hearts are beating out of happiness
We had drunken three spritzers
We left our children and wives
And took onions and Jagdwurst.
Braided demijohns
We had hidden in the added trunk.
"A lovely day", yells out Pišta
And lustfully grabs the wheel
I'm opening the doors of the yard
On the radio, a green Malligand device
Move away, all hills
So Zagorje can be seen
Move away, all hills
We're going to Zagorje
To Zagorje
A red Škoda is chasing through the hills
Traffic turns like Viennese waltz
Wine is dripping from our faces
Pišta and I, we are boys again
For the whole day we sang
Old cheerful tunes
And in the evening we parked
Near the inn "at sad Bara's"
Outside, moist darkness fell
There's no house nearby
The inn like ember
Is now pulling us closer to itself
Hey, Pišta
Hey, Pišta
Hey
Pišta
Hey, hey, hey
Pišta
Pišta
Pišta
There's the inn
Pišta looks strictly at me
And something doesn't let him enter
And something is pulling him towards itself
Something bigger than the inn
Something stronger than the drinks
A station with a view of a cornfield
A bike leaned at a whitened poplar
In some office, a telephone is ringing
A child would write, a child would write
"The sky is tender blue
Clouds and birds are flying trough it
The leaves are playing around my feet
Autumn is coming"
Song details
Translation details
Added in reply to request by 
saturnine
saturnine 
Give a shoutout to Zdeslav
تعليقات الكاتب:
Song is in a Croatian Kajkavian idiolect which is not so cryptic to understand and not that much different from the Croatian standard, especially compared to some other Croatian Kajkavian idioms.
التعليقات 2
Thank you! I corrected the line in the lyrics.
Great! I removed the correction in the translation.