Ni poštaru nije lako
It's Not Easy for the Postman Either
Ni poštaru lako nije,dok ga žarko sunce grije.On veliku torbu vučei brojeve traži kuće.
Nor is a postman's life so sweetwhile he's baking in the heat;he must lug a great big sack,hunting house numbers, there and back.
Često puta sanduk nema,a vani se kiša sprema,pa ni zvonce da se javi,kuda poštu da ostavi.
Often there's no box at all,and the rain's about to fall;not a doorbell he can ring:where's he meant to leave the thing?
Kad telegram nosi Mati,onda mora dobro znati,kako će ga dati prije,jer pas reži kod kapije.
When a wire for Mata's due,he must know just what to do:how to hand it over straight,for a dog growls at the gate.
Nakon divnih noćnih snova,poželi se radost nova.Poštar nosi pismo snova,pa i to je radost nova.
After lovely dreams at night,one would wish a new delight;postman brings the dream to light,and that, too, is new delight.
Kad penziju nosi Ivi,tu nastaje tulum živi.Uz kavicu i rakiju,divne zgode ispričaju.
When he brings Ivo's pension in,then the lively times begin!With rakija and coffee near,they tell lovely tales with cheer.
I na kraju što da radi,udovici Mari svrati.A ona ga vjerno prati,slatki cjelov će mu dati.
And at last, what lies in store?He calls at widow Mara's door;she sees him out, as oft before,with a sweet kiss, what is more!
Nekad sunce, nekad kiše,nekad torbu tegli više.Ni poštaru nije lako,to ne može biti svatko!
Sometimes sun, and sometimes rain,sometimes more to drag and strain;nor is a postman's life so sweet:not just anyone could walk that beat!
Valpovo, 27. 10. 2012.
Valpovo, October 27, 2012