Etno kuća Zelčin
The Ethno House at Zelčin
Danas svratih ja u ETNO kuću,u Zelčinu kod Varžića Mire,taj me prizor u djetinjstvo vrati,od miline grudi mi se šire.
Today I called in at the ethno housein Zelčin, Mira Varžić's, and the sighttook me straight back into my childhood days;my breast swelled wide with sweetness and delight.
Pod orahom djeda kosu kuje,baka užad plete pokraj kuće.Miris kruha dvorištem se širi,bit će danas i pogače vruće.
Beneath the walnut Grandpa peens his scythe,and Grandma plaits her ropes beside the wall;the smell of bread is spreading through the yard,today there'll be hot flatbread for us all.
Tu kolijevka stoji u buđaku,dične ljude ona je zibala,pokoljenja mnoga iznjedrila,dok im majka pjesmicu pjevala.
The cradle stands there in its corner nook,it rocked fine folk to sleep in days gone by,brought forth so many generations, whiletheir mother sang to them a lullaby.
U dvorištu ambar prazan stoji,još se sjeća kad je bogat bio,sva su okna bila puna žitai miša je često pogostio.
The granary stands empty in the yard;it still recalls when it was rich and fine,when all its bins were brimming full of grain,and often it would treat a mouse to dine.
Ali vrijeme prođe kao jeka,sve sa sobom u zaborav nosi,zlatno klasje sada kombajn žanje,žitnog zrnja puni su silosi.
But time goes by the way an echo goes,and takes it all, forgotten, on its way;the combine reaps the golden ears of wheat,the silos now are full of grain today.
Štagalj prazan, miris sijena sanja,vrisak konja još nosi u duši,a pljevara na njeg naslonjena,od starosti polako se ruši.
The empty barn dreams of the smell of hay,still bears the horses' whinny in its soul;the chaff-shed, leaning up against its side,is crumbling slowly, old, no longer whole.
Plug željezni i ornice stoje,u štaglju su kola rastavljena,odavno su odradili svoje,jer su prošla njihova vremena.
The iron plough and ploughing gear still stand,the wagon lies dismantled in the shed;long since they've done their work upon the land,because their time has passed, their day has fled.
Da opišem sve što ovdje ima,vjerujte mi, došla bi i zima,zato spomen na moje djetinjstvo,nek' ostane u mojim snovima.
Were I to tell of all that's here to see,then winter would have come, believe you me;so let the memory of my childhood daysstay in my dreams, where it is meant to be.
Mnoge stvari više ne trebaju,drugačija sada su vremena,sada čovjek po Mjesecu hoda,ali to će ostat kuća uspomena.
So many things are needed here no more,the times are different, and the old ways wane;now man goes walking on the Moon, and yetthis house, a keepsake, always will remain.
Valpovo, 19.08.2006.
Valpovo, August 19, 2006