Zgode sa carine
Tales from the Customs Post
Devedeset nekog ljetau poratno ono doba,švercala se iz Mađarske,u Hrvatsku razna roba.
Back in nineteen-ninety-something,in the days just after war,goods from Hungary were smuggledinto Croatia by the score.
Išli ljudi autobusom,nosila se svakog danarazna roba i odjeća,a najviše dobra hrana.
People travelled there by bus;every day they'd go and bringgoods of every kind, and clothing,but good food—that was the main thing.
Bilo ljudi svih staleža.Jeftina je Mađa bila.Ali onda jednog dana,ovakva se zgoda zbila.
People came of every station;over there the prices were low.But then, on a certain day,here's a tale you ought to know.
Jedna žena nekom popu,salame je dala dvije,pa ga lijepo zamolila,pod mantiju da sakrije.
To a priest a certain womanhanded two salamis, thensweetly asked him if he'd hide themunderneath his cassock's hem.
I carinik priđe popu,njegov glas se čuo jasni:"Šta imate za carinu,recite mi Velečasni?"
Then the customs man came over,and his voice rang loud and clear:"Tell me, Reverend, have you somethingto declare for customs here?"
"Nemam ništa, vjerujte mi,duša Bogu, tijelo meni,a to što imam međ' nogama,to pripada ovoj ženi."
"Nothing, trust me, I've got nothing:soul to God, my flesh my own;and the thing between my legs,that's this woman's, hers alone!"
Tad carinik reče popu,videć' ženu lijepu, dragu:"Pripazite Velečasni,da ne ode duša k Vragu!"
Then the customs man told the priest,eyeing her from top to toe:"Careful, Reverend, or the Devilsoon will drag your soul below!"
Valpovo, 02. 06. 2005.
Valpovo, June 2, 2005