Hashi-shi Hashi-sha
Mani me se alexa
pijesh pushish hashis
pa meni pod prozor dolazish
Kapidžik otvori, jer, moga mi dina,
Izvaliću direk i baglame tvrde,
Pa neka se na me svi alimi srde,
Jer za tobom, beli, umrijeh, Emina!
Il' si ljuta na me što po heftu dana
U mehani sjedim, niti drugo marim
No razbijam derte s bekrijama starim
Uz udare sitne tankih terzijana?
A ko ne bi pio?... Ko se jednom svrne
U tvoj sokak, pa ti vidi oči crne,
Taj se mahnit vraća domu i akrebi.
I kadija, valah, bekrija bi bio!
Da te jednom vidi, bukarom bi pio
I nikad se više avertio ne bi!...
S grana vjetar duhnu, pa niz pleci puste,
Rasplete joj one pletenice guste
Vec u srebren ibrik zahvatila vode,
Pa po bašci dule zaljevati ode!
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Translation:
Hashi-shi Hashi-sha
Leave me alone, Alex
you drink, smoke hashish
then you come to my window
Open the side door, because, Gosh
I'll pull out the beam and strong hinges
no matter if all Alims could be angry on me
because I'm dying for you Emina!
Or you might be angry on me because in the middle of the week
I stay in tavern, careless
breaking down my sadness with old bibbers
followed by tiny strikes of a match pik?
(terzijan - a smal flat piece which used for stringed instruments or an instrument)
And who wouldn't drink?...
If someone drop by your alley and see your black eyes,
he'll return home and to his family amuck
And kadija (turkish- arbiter) would become a sot!
To see you once, he would drink from bukara*
and he would never ???? again
(avertio? maybe sober up)
Wind blew from the branches down the barren ??? (roads?)
unplaiting her thick braids
She has already bring water in silver ewer
and she went to the garden to water the roses
Mani me se alexa
pijesh pushish hashis
pa meni pod prozor dolazish
Kapidžik otvori, jer, moga mi dina,
Izvaliću direk i baglame tvrde,
Pa neka se na me svi alimi srde,
Jer za tobom, beli, umrijeh, Emina!
Il' si ljuta na me što po heftu dana
U mehani sjedim, niti drugo marim
No razbijam derte s bekrijama starim
Uz udare sitne tankih terzijana?
A ko ne bi pio?... Ko se jednom svrne
U tvoj sokak, pa ti vidi oči crne,
Taj se mahnit vraća domu i akrebi.
I kadija, valah, bekrija bi bio!
Da te jednom vidi, bukarom bi pio
I nikad se više avertio ne bi!...
S grana vjetar duhnu, pa niz pleci puste,
Rasplete joj one pletenice guste
Vec u srebren ibrik zahvatila vode,
Pa po bašci dule zaljevati ode!
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Translation:
Hashi-shi Hashi-sha
Leave me alone, Alex
you drink, smoke hashish
then you come to my window
Open the side door, because, Gosh
I'll pull out the beam and strong hinges
no matter if all Alims could be angry on me
because I'm dying for you Emina!
Or you might be angry on me because in the middle of the week
I stay in tavern, careless
breaking down my sadness with old bibbers
followed by tiny strikes of a match pik?
(terzijan - a smal flat piece which used for stringed instruments or an instrument)
And who wouldn't drink?...
If someone drop by your alley and see your black eyes,
he'll return home and to his family amuck
And kadija (turkish- arbiter) would become a sot!
To see you once, he would drink from bukara*
and he would never ???? again
(avertio? maybe sober up)
Wind blew from the branches down the barren ??? (roads?)
unplaiting her thick braids
She has already bring water in silver ewer
and she went to the garden to water the roses