Imam vagu za prodaju
I Have a Scale for Sale
Sinoć meni moja žena kaže:"imaš vagu dvjesto kila važe.Dobra vaga, ne škripi, ne lupai utege podaj sa njom skupa."Prodaj vagu makar za šest stoja,tako meni veli žena moja.Kad sam čuo što mi žena kaže,tu mi drugi zakon ne pomaže,već da oglas dajem na sva zvonai napišem broj mog telefona.Da ne budem žalostan ni sjetan:652 - osamsto dvadeset jedan,to brojevi mog su brzoglasa,nek' se oglas do kupca talasa.
Last night my wife said to me, loud and clear:"You've got a scale that weighs two hundred, dear.A fine scale, doesn't creak and doesn't clatter,and give the weights with it, for that matter."Sell it for just six hundred, if need be:that's what my dear wife keeps on telling me.When I had heard the words my wife had said,no other law could help me then; insteadI had to ring the ad on every belland write my phone number out as well.So that I'm not left sad and all undone:652 - eight hundred twenty-one,those are the numbers of my telephone wire;let the ad ripple out and reach a buyer.
Valpovo, 09. 09. 2000.
Valpovo, September 9, 2000
Telefonski broj iz pjesme više nije u upotrebi.
The phone number in this poem is no longer in use.