Bozjak
Bozjak
Prebol je,
Kuzi ova noc.
Zemlja mi telo,
Hodi on.
Zalapi groza
Na stope Bogu gde ostole.
Mnogo te majko bolelo
Rad' ova tiha prebola.
O, malo li je
Za muku tvoje utrobe.
To bozjak
Da ne rodim sina
U ovoj grozi od iskoni,
Kad hodi on.
Jer nema zore,
Na zenice li ne zaplavi,
Ni blaga poja ne,
Rodnu li ovu grozu ne prekuzim.
Obol mi pruze, majko,
Po drhtaj Boga
Ja njima na dar,
Bozjak ja raspevani.
The Beggar
'Tis recovery,
Plagues this night.
Earth my body,
He walks.
Terror drives
On the steps of God where they have
stayed.
Much, mother, did I pain you
For this a quiet recovery.
Oh, little is it
For the pain of your womb.
So, a beggar
That I breed no son
In this primeval terror,
When he walks.
For there's no dawning,
No blue skies for the eyes,
Nor gentle singing,
This innate terror I survive not
its plague.
Sickness they offer me, mother,
To each a shudder of God
My gift to them,
I, the singing beggar.