Živeti slobodno... - Đorđe Balašević

Davno ti je vrag

Zaseo na prag, zemljo Srbijo

Niko živ se ne seća tolikih nesreća

Za jednog vezira

Oko tebe komšije

Podižu bedeme jeda i prezira

E, tog još nije bilo

Ludama je milo, a ostale je stid

Crne hronike i harmonike

Sitan rock & roll

Bajke da na kraju ponajbolji ostaju

Više ne prolaze

S' tamne strane globusa

Bolje se vidi, da Najbolji odlaze

Pločnici Toronta, oči boje fronta

Lozinka svih nas

Na šta se priča svodi?

Parole o slobodi

Šetači-preletaèi?

Slaba potpora

Nije to glava-pismo, ili jesmo ili nismo?

Ovo srce bubnja večni tam-tam otpora:

Živeti slobodno

Svetom se oriti

Okićen perom sokola

Za urok protiv okova

Živeti slobodno

Pesmom pokoriti

Tvoj steg na svakom gradu je

Gde ti se neko raduje

Probati jug ko zrno grožđa

Sa dlana bogorodice

Liznuti so sa onog gvožđa

Za koje vezu brodice

Slušati vetre kako gude

U bele stepske jasene

Zajtiti vode koje bude

Gene u tebi spasene

Al' čim se pomene

Fantom promene, sevnu šlemovi

Žali bože matore, oni se zatvore

Čim gazde podviknu

Upiru se deca

Da rođene očeve od laži odviknu

Šta na kraju bidne?

Putnici za Sidnej, 'ajmo, izlaz taj i taj…

Dokle, bre, da nas voza

Zli čarobnjak iz Oza?

Dokle taj glupi džoker

«Ćuti, dobro je»!

'Ma nije!'

I čitav plen da skupe

Pa ne mogu da vas kupe

Da vam mladost kao sitan kusur odbroje

Svako je jutro novo ušće

Poteci kao rečica

Neka se trnje plete gušće

Nebo je tvoja prečica

I zdrobi lažne dijamante

Ko ljusku šupljeg orha

Nek bulevari sveta pamte

Muziku tvojih koraka

You've been the devil for a long time

Settled on the threshold, the land of Serbia

No one alive remembers so many accidents

For one vizier

Neighbors around you

They raise the walls of food and contempt

Well, that hasn't happened yet

Crazy people are happy, and others are ashamed

Black chronicles and accordions

Small rock & roll

Fairy tales that in the end the best remain

They don't pass anymore

On the dark side of the globe

It is better to see that the Best are leaving

Toronto sidewalks, front-colored eyes

The password of all of us

What does the story come down to?

Slogans of freedom

Walkers?

Poor support

Isn’t that a head-letter, either we are or we’re not?

This heart drums eternal tam-tam resistance:

Live freely

The world is roaring

Decorated with falcon feathers

For a spell against shackles

Live freely

Conquer with a song

Your discipline is in every city

Where someone is happy for you

Try the south like a grape

From the palm of the Virgin

Lick with that iron

To which boat connection

Listen to the winds howling

In the white steppe ash

Protect the water that will be

Genes saved in you

But as soon as it is mentioned

Phantom changes, helmets on

Sorry old man, they shut up

As soon as the bosses shouted

Children resist

To wean born fathers from lies

What will happen in the end?

Travelers to Sydney, come on, exit this and that…

As long as he drives us

The evil wizard of Oz?

As long as that stupid joker

"Shut up, it's good!"

'It's not!'

And read the spoils to gather

Well, they can't buy you

To count your youth as a small change

There is a new estuary every morning

It flows like a river

Let the thorns weave thicker

The sky is your shortcut

And crush fake diamonds

Like the shell of a hollow orch

Let the boulevards of the world remember

The music of your footsteps