Branislava - Đorđe Balašević

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

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, super si model sasila

A ja sam pred zivot istupio

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

At dusk

Autumn attacked the quay

The park turned yellow

Like an old make-up gay man

At the corner of Glavna and Dunavska

She stepped into my space

Titled like a saint of glory

A shadow with her eyes

And she was a flower

But that's yesterday's news

We are all masters of the world

Somewhere around twenty-six

Our city was her personal studio

A great movie was being made

She was one of three wishes

Which I ever had

For others, she came up with cute collections

More decorations, in soft and warm colors

For yourself zaketice

From some rough stofs

And the lessons were not worth it

She got hooked on pills and Janice Joplin

And the first packets of

Those failed counts

And she listened to my story skeptically

For her, of course

It was totally false and pathetic

Little banal passions

Love, jealousy

Longing and pain

And the like

Horror pathetic

At dusk

It suddenly got cold

I heard a long time ago that it was yellow

But it didn't surprise me

We're at the gala show

Here they finally arrived

Ladies and gentlemen

A tattered collection for scarecrows

At the end of the story leads the needles

Well, you're a great model

And I stepped before life

Horrified and torn

Like in front of a firing squad at dawn

Out of fear unchanged

As the bullet travels

But I'm struggling with destiny

Embraced like that

Like two drunken lunatics

I know muddy decorations

It's on my coat

Come on, tell me a little about pathos

Your saints are just for me

Poor little heretics

Tell me a little about it, or, don't