Bezdan - Đorđe Balašević

Nema me više u tvojim molitvama

Više me putem ne prate

A noć mi preti, ponoć i pusta tama

Kad` me se samo dohvate

Više me ne voliš

Kad` se vraćam nisi budna

Ne goriš

Gasne naša zvezda čudna

Lažna srebrna stvar

Daleko putujem

Vetar nudi neke rime

Kupujem

Pristaju uz tvoje ime

Dva-tri stiha na dar

Ne slušam više šta šapućes dok snivaš

Plaši me koga pominješ

I sve si dalja, a sve mi bliža bivaš

Kao da opet počinje…

Ali me ne voliš

To se uvek drugom desi

Govoriš

Ali više ne znam gde si

Da li neko to zna?

Šta sam uradio?

Kakva tužna humoreska

Gradio

Ispod gradova od peska

Dubok bezdan bez dna

I am no longer in your prayers

They don't follow me on the road anymore

And night threatens me, midnight and desolate darkness

When you just reach for me

You don't love me anymore

When I come back, you're not awake

You're not burning

Our strange star goes out

Fake silver thing

I travel far

The wind offers some rhymes

I'm buying

They agree with your name

Two or three verses as a gift

I don't listen to what you whisper while you're dreaming

It scares me when you mention it

And you are further and further away, and you are getting closer and closer to me

It's like starting again…

But you don't love me

It always happens to others

You speak

But I don't know where you are anymore

Does anyone know that?

What did I do?

What a sad humor

Gradio

Beneath the sand cities

A deep abyss without a bottom