Šansona - Đorđe Balašević

O Bože dragi, sve što kažem

Odmah vuče na šansonu

Tako na penal dospevam

Da svaku glupost otpevam

I već se plašim da sam veštac

Ili već u tom fazonu

Jer sve što pevam pogodim

Uvek se tako dogodi…

Gone me ko da sam vražiji vrag

I sve je manje onih kojim sam drag

I sve je više onih što mi baš nisu skloni…

Hteli bi da mi smrse končiće

Ali pobrkaću im lončiće

Imam na kapi nove, ratne zvončiće…

Za teta-lije iz pešadije

Baš nisam po rezonu

Nešto im nisam logičan

Jasno, čim nisam običan

I sve što ne sme da se kaže

Ja provučem kroz šansonu

I kad se vlasi dosete

Isteklo vreme posete…

Hteli bi…

Ova konkurencija baš prija

Zgodni momci za sezonu

Mene je sreća služila

Sezona se odužila…

O Bože dragi, sve što kažem

Odmah vuče na l' šansonu

I neki misle: lako je…

Dabome, deco, tako je

Oh dear God, everything I say

He immediately pulls on the chanson

That's how I get to the penalty spot

To sing every nonsense

And I'm already afraid of being a wizard

Or already in that style

Because I guess everything I sing

It always happens that way…

They chase me like I'm the devil

And there are fewer and fewer of those I love

And there are more and more of those who are not very fond of me…

They want me to lose weight

But I'll confuse their pots

I have new, war bells on my hat…

For aunts from the infantry

I'm not very reasonable

I'm not logical to them

Of course, as soon as I'm not ordinary

And everything we can't say

I run through the chanson

And when the hairs come up

Expired visit time…

Would you like…

This competition is very pleasing

Handsome guys for the season

Happiness served me

The season has lengthened…

Oh dear God, everything I say

He immediately pulls on the chanson

And some think: it's easy…

Of course, children, that's right