Između htjenja i mogućnosti
Between Wanting and Being Able
IVICA: Ja sam, Slava, iz daleka momak.Bi li mene primila na konak?Pa da skupa u tu noćcu svetumi pišemo koncert u krevetu.Da nam bude veselo i živo,to bi htio iz Valpova Ivo.
IVICA: Slava, I'm a lad from far away:would you take me in and let me stay?So that the two of us, that holy night,a concert in bed together we might write.So that it's merry, lively, full of go,Ivo from Valpovo would like it so.
SLAVA: Evo tebi Slava odgovara:Lip si, Ivo, da ti nema para.A pošto sam ja ovako mlada,za taj koncert još imamo kada.Oj, Ivane, moje lipo janje,to ti veli Slava iz Vrbanje.
SLAVA: Here's Slava's answer, plain and fair:you're handsome, Ivo, none can compare!And since I am so young, still in my prime,for that same concert we have plenty of time.Oh, Ivan, my sweet lamb, I tell you true:it's Slava from Vrbanja speaking to you.
IVICA: Poznato mi da si jako mlada,al' ja koncert pisao bih sada.Naša mladost najljepše je doba,a ljubav je zato da se proba.Da me minu mladenačke želje,hajde, Slava, pruži mi veselje.
IVICA: I know how young you are, but all the same,I'd write the concert now; that is my aim.Of all our days, our youth's the very best,and love is there for putting to the test.So that my youthful yearnings may be spent,come, Slava, give me joy, make me content!
SLAVA: Kad baš hoćeš dragi moj Iveto,ti navrati na babinje ljeto.Ali nemoj skakat prek' tarabe,da ne laju čuke, a ni babe.Tiho moraš kroz vratanca proći,koncert ćemo pisati u noći.Malo pazi ti na moje skute,da nas ljudi loše ne osude.Dođi, Ivo, kada ti se hoće,bit ću tvoje zabranjeno voće.
SLAVA: Since you're so eager, my Iveto dear,drop by when old wives' summer's days are here.But don't come leaping over the fence, I pray,or dogs will bark, and old wives, too, will bay!You'll have to slip in softly through the gate;we'll write our concert in the night, till late.Take care a little of my skirts, and seethat people don't speak ill of you and me.Come, Ivo, come whenever you've a mind:I'll be your own forbidden fruit, you'll find.
IVICA: Da ti spasim i dušu i tijelo,sve ću grijehe preuzet smjelo.Ti pripremi rakiju i kavu,ljubit ću usta, grudi, glavu.I postelju ugrij, dušo, meku,da nam sati u koncertu teku.
IVICA: To save your soul and body, I will beso bold as to take all the sins on me.Get out the rakija and coffee, then;I'll kiss your mouth, your breasts, your head again.And warm the soft bed, darling, for us two,so that our hours may flow in concert, too.
Gospođa Slavica Butorac iz Vrbanje, napisala je knjigu pod naslovom: „KONCERT U KREVETU“. 09. 11. 2003. bio sam na pjesničkom druženju u Drenovcima. Došla mi je ideja da napišem I. strofu ove pjesme, koju sam joj pročitao. 01.12.2003. gospođa Slavica dala mi je II. strofu kao odgovor. 12. 03. 2004. napisao sam ostale tri strofe i završio pjesmu.
Mrs Slavica Butorac of Vrbanja wrote a book titled "KONCERT U KREVETU" ("Concert in Bed"). On November 9, 2003, I was at a poets' gathering in Drenovci. I had the idea of writing the first stanza of this poem, which I read to her. On December 1, 2003, Mrs Slavica gave me the second stanza as a reply. On March 12, 2004, I wrote the remaining three stanzas and finished the poem.
Valpovo, 12. 03. 2004.
Valpovo, March 12, 2004