Jaroslava - Đorđe Balašević

Umesto molitve rekla si «O tom ću misliti sutra…»

Sa šminkom od gara, ko Skarlet O’Hara… Tvoj preslikan lik

I dugo plutala ko brodolomnik ka obali jutra

Nekad tišina zna prepasti džina, kad ispusti krik

Još jednu noć si izgurala sama… Čehov je zaspao blaženim snom

Ni ne zna da je igrala tama… Pod prozorom

Vetar je vežbao violončelo.

Čežnjive skale u nedogled

Zora ti brižljivo pipnula čelo… Negde u tebi je goreo led

Princezo, javi se… Još imam džep u kom se hladni prsti zgreju

Pošalji poruku… Da vidim jednom to pisamce na displeju

Sve mi nedostaje… Čuvam u damastu još kalup tvoga vrata

Princezo, dosta je… Dve i po godine smo taoci inata… šta ti je?

Plima banalnosti tvoj svet zapljuskuje k’o Atlantidu

Dok šmrka bioskop, fali ti neko da napravi geg

Da ti za rođendan ispiše sonet na komšijskom zidu

I s bandom cigana pod tvojim prozorom utaba sneg?

Na podmetaču još crtam tvoj profil

Suvišna pitanja izbegnuta fintom

Ime ti ispišem u svakoj strofi… Nevidljivom tintom

Pod mojom jelkom do proleća stoji…

Jedino dar tebi namenjen

Zauvek fosil tvog struka postoji…

Na mome dlanu okamenjen

Princezo, javi se… neke se pobede dobijaju na juriš

Ne tvrdoglavi se.

Priznajem javno da se genijalno duriš

Opasno postaje… Na durske akorde se paučina hvata

Princezo, dosta je… Dve i po godine smo taoci inata…

Princezo, dosta je…

Instead of praying, you said, "I'll think about it tomorrow."

With makeup from the station, like Scarlett O’Hara… Your painted face

And for a long time she floated like a shipwrecked man towards the shore of the morning

Sometimes silence can terrify a giant, when he let out a scream

You pushed another night away alone… Chekhov fell asleep in a blissful sleep

He doesn't even know that darkness played… Under the window

The wind practiced the cello.

Longing rocks indefinitely

Dawn carefully touched your forehead… Somewhere inside you, ice was burning

Princess, answer… I still have a pocket where cold fingers warm up

Send a message… Let me see that letter on the display once

I miss everything… I still keep the mold of your neck in damask

Princess, that's enough… We've been hostages of spite for two and a half years… what's the matter with you?

The tide of banality is sweeping your world like Atlantis

While sniffing the cinema, you need someone to make a gag

To write a sonnet on your neighbor's wall for your birthday

And with a gang of gypsies under your window, it's snowing?

I'm still drawing your profile on the pad

Redundant questions avoided by feint

I write your name in each stanza… Invisible ink

It stands under my Christmas tree until spring…

The only gift for you

There is always a fossil of your waist…

Petrified on my palm

Princess, come forward… some victories are won on the assault

Don't be stubborn.

I publicly admit that you are ingeniously sulking

It becomes dangerous… A cobweb is caught on major chords

Princess, that's enough… We've been hostages of spite for two and a half years…

Princess, that's enough…