Pjesma Za Malu Pticu - Bijelo Dugme

Svu noc kucala je na mom prozoru

Trideseta jesen prstima od kise

A u zoru kad si me budila

Ptico malena

Ti lijepa kao armija ispod zastava

A ja komadic opsjene

Htio sam ti reci

Bjezi, bjezi od mene

Boze, Boze steta za nas oboje

Sve bi bilo mozda i drugacije

Da smo se ranije sreli ti i ja

Nisi smjela nikada

Ptico malena

Iz moje ruke ni jesti, ni vodu piti

Jer ja nosim jedan tuzan ugarak

Negdje na dnu grudi

I ovo lice stranca i hiljadu bora

I jedan ruzmarin koji ne vene

Bjezi bjezi od mene

Bjezi bjezi od mene

Bjezi bjezi od mene

Bjezi bjezi od mene

She knocked on my window all night

Thirtieth fall with fingers from the rain

And at dawn when you woke me up

Little bird

You beautiful as an army under flags

And I'm a piece of delusion

I wanted to tell you

Get away, get away from me

God, God is a pity for both of us

Everything might be different

That you and I met earlier

You should never have

Little bird

Neither eat nor drink water from my hand

Because I'm wearing a sad bag

Somewhere at the bottom of the chest

And this face of a stranger and a thousand wrinkles

And one rosemary that doesn't wither

Get away from me

Get away from me

Get away from me

Get away from me