Качаю этот альбом.
Он полностью состоит из песен югославских, греческих, французских, итальянских и еще каких-то авторов, переведенные на английский. Супер...
Среди них Горан Брегович, Жак Брель...
Кстати немного можно сравнить тексты. Они постарались. Потому текст полностью сообтветствует оригиналу...Т.о. я занимаюсь практически тем же самым :) Так здорово...

(Vlado Kreslin)
Bil sem se Vladek, I was little Vlado then
ko so - kot vedno za praznik - prisli when the gypsies came a wandering, to our town
brkati cigani v hiso igrat. they'd come by the house, and they'd start to play.
Oce fe stopil v sobo po tisto crno kitaro, and father would go, to his room, and pickup his guitar
kijoje kupil which he'd bought long ago
za prvo placo with his paltry pay.
Gospod, tisto kitaro se imate? Mister, do you still have that guitar?
gospod, tisto crno kitaro se imate? Mister, do you still have that black guitar?
Gospod, tista bila je res dobra. That one was the best one by far!
So ga sprasevali and they kept on asking
se dolgo po tem, along after that,
zmeraj, ko hoteli so prositi drobiz. whenever they'd shill, for a spare coin or two
Zmeraj, ko igrali so v vaski gostilni always when they played, at the village saloon
inhodili v pavzah do sanka. and they'd take their breaks, to drink at the bar
Pa njihove zene, whenever their wives,
ko prisle so pred vrata stood by the door,
po stare obleke, and asked for old clothes
so rade vprasale: their wives would implore:
Gospod, tisto kitaro se imate? Mister, do you still have that guitar?
gospod, tisto crno kitaro se imate? Mister, do you still have that black guitar?
Gospod, tista bila je res dobra. That one was the best one by far!
Vcasih, ko pridem domov, now when I come home,
sedim pod kostanji I sit beneath the chestnuts
in pijem, and I drink
pifem s prijatХli, I drink with my friends
ki tam se zivijo. who still call this home.
Takrat, skoraj vedno and nearly every night
pri mizi to the table
za nas zaigrajo they come
in vprasajo, and play for us
otroski obrazi with childish faces
s hripavim glasom: and tremelous voices, They ask!
(Dialekt:) Gospoud, tisto gitaro sce mate? Mister, do you still have that guitar?
Gospoud, tisto carno gitaro sce mate? Mister, do you still have that black guitar?
Gospoud, tista fe bijla dobra. That one was the best one by far!