Djordje Balasevic - Branislava
U prvi suton
jesen je napala na kej
park se sepurio u zutom
ko stari usminkani gej
Na uglu Glavne i Dunavske
u moj je prostor krocila
titrala poput svece slavske
senka sa njenim ocima
A bila je cvetak
no, to je jucerasnja vest
svi smo mi gospodari sveta
tu negde s dvadeset i sest
Nas grad je bio njen licni atelje
veliki film se snimao
bila je jedna od tri zelje
koje sam ikad' imao
Za druge je smisljala slatke kolekcije
vise ukrase, u bojama neznim i toplim
za sebe zaketice
od nekih grubih stofova
I nisu vredele lekcije
navukla se na pilule i Dzenis Dzoplin
i prve paketice od
onih propalih grofova
A pricu je moju slusala skepticno
za nju je, naravno
to bilo totalno fals i pateticno
male banalne strasti
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Ljubav, ljubomora
ceznja i bol
i tom slicno
uzas pateticno
U prvi suton
odjednom je zahladilo
davno sam nacuo da je na zutom
al' nije me iznenadilo
Do gala-revije smo
eto, napokon stigli
dame i gospodo
ofucana kolekcija za strasila
Na koncu prica vodi igli
e, lutko, super si model sasila
a ja sam pred zivot nastupio
najezen i razdrljen
Ko pred streljacki vod u zoru
iz straha nepromenjen
dok metak putuje
al' sa sudbom se natezem
Onako zagrljen
ko dve pijane lude na soru
znam kaljavo ordenje
na mom kaputu je
Hajde, pricaj mi malo o patetici
tvoji su sveci za mene tek
ubogi mali heretici
pricaj mi malo o tome, ili, nemoj
Djordje Balasevic - Branislava (Английский перевод)
In the sunset autumn is attacking on the key...
Park was swaggering in yellow like an old dapper gay..
On the corner of "Main" and "Danube" streets she set her foot in my chambers.......
She was Trembling like celebration candle....Shadow with her eyes...
....And she was a flower.... But, that's yestrday news...
We're all masters of the World with ours 26...
Our town was her personal atelier
She was shooting a "big movie" in her head...
...And she was one of the three wishes that i ever had...
For the others she was imagining sweet collections, some beautifull visions in her mind..Djordje Balasevic - Branislava - http://ru.motolyrics.com/djordje-balasevic/branislava-lyrics-english-translation.html
decorations...in warm and gentle colours..
And me... I was cowed resigning in front of my life...and unbuttoned too...
Just like in front of execution line in a dawn...
And i'm scared... Unchanged...While the bullet is slowly heading to me..
But i'm competing with my destiny...I'm hugging her..
Like two drunk jesters...
I know,.. muddy medals shining on my coat.....
Tell me something about pathetic..
You think that your ideals are miserable little heretics for me...?
Tell me something about it.... or better not...?