Devedesete - Đorđe Balašević

Mi smo bar imali stare gitare

Poneki bedž na reverima

Glupo bi zvučalo «Je-Je!»

Uz sve ove dileje s' revolverima

Al' zastavu šezdesetih

Vezle su gramofonske igle

I put od žute cigle

Prostro se pred nas

Mi smo bar imali razne Če Gevare

O-o, i veće prevare

To mladost spiri u dahu

Kao šećer u prahu sa bundevare

Protesti sedamdesetih

Više su bili odraz mode

Jer bokal pun slobode

Točen je za nas

Mi smo bar imali putovanja

Perone, suze, cmakanja

Crveni pasoš bez mane što prolazi grane

Bez puno njakanja

Dnevnici osamdesetih

Švrljani su na jarke razglednice

Svet je lice šminkao zbog nas

Mi smo bar imali one snove

Koji se teško ostvare

A snovi najčešće vrede, tek kad s' tobom osede

Kad s' tobom ostare

Nije baš sve na kantaru

Čitavo čudo kupi lova

Ali snova nema piratiranih

Onda su došle devedesete

Tužne i nesretne… Opake

Gospod je barut primirisao

Pa ladno zbrisao za oblake

E, kad već puknu ustave

Nema nam spasa dok se reke ne zaustave

No, i taj dan će svanuti

Onda su došle devedesete

Tužne i nesretne… Fobične

U udžbenike i u čitanke

Ušle su bitange… Obične

Kasno je da se paniči

Dali smo šansu da se ludilo ozvaniči

A sad smo prosto zgranuti?

Mi smo bar imali neke veze

S' planetom i sa ljudima

Znalo se ko togu nosi a ko cvetić u kosi

O, blago ludima

Danas se laž odvažila

A zadnja bagra kroji moral

Pa je OK koral dignut oko nas

Ma, jebite se, Devedesete

Vas mogu jedino, psovati

Za vama niko neće žaliti

Niti vam stihove, kovati

Jednu ste mladost sludele

Budite sretne ako vam i strofu udele

Pred crkvom pravih vrednosti

Ma, jebite se, Devedesete

I vaša priča je, gotova

I dabogda se nikad ne sete

Svih ovih protuva i skotova

Kad zakon metlom zamane

Ili ih pusti da se međusobno tamane

Što ima svojih prednosti…

At least we had old guitars

Some badges on the lapels

"Yeah!" Would sound stupid.

With all these revolver deals

But the flag of the sixties

They embroidered gramophone needles

And the yellow brick road

It stretches out in front of us

At least we had various Che Guevara

Oh, and bigger scams

That youth takes your breath away

Like powdered sugar from a pumpkin

Protests of the seventies

They were more a reflection of fashion

Because a jug full of freedom

He is right for us

At least we had trips

Platforms, tears, squeaks

A red passport with no flaws passing branches

Without much nagging

Diaries of the eighties

They are scattered on bright postcards

The world put make-up on us because of us

At least we had those dreams

Which are difficult to achieve

And dreams are usually worth it, only when they sit down with you

When they grow old with you

It's not all on the scales

The whole miracle buys money

But there are no pirates of dreams

Then came the nineties

Sad and unhappy… Wicked

The Lord smelled gunpowder

So he ran away coldly for the clouds

Well, when the constitutions break

There is no salvation for us until the rivers stop

But that day will dawn too

Then came the nineties

Sad and unhappy… Phobic

In textbooks and textbooks

The thugs have entered… Ordinary

It's too late to panic

We gave a chance to make the madness official

And now we're just shocked?

At least we had some connections

With the planet and with people

It was known who wore the toga and who wore the flower in his hair

Oh, mildly crazy

Today the lie dared

And the last dredge shapes morale

So OK coral was raised around us

Fuck you, Nineties

I can only curse you

No one will feel sorry for you

Nor do you verses, forge

You have lost your youth

Be happy if they give you a stanza

In front of the church of true values

Fuck you, Nineties

And your story is over

And I hope you never remember

All these protists and bastards

When the law sweeps the broom

Or let them tame each other

What has its advantages…